Scene: Moonlight sets over a villa in France; we see the moonlight strike the water and shimmer off, as if it were an impressionist painting. In the background a piano plays forebodingly in C# minor, whilst in the distance we can see the silhouette of a Chanel jacket rip through the crisp midnight air. We see Karl come out of the villa.
Karl: Oh Moonlight, beautiful moonlight. How art thou tonight? Doth one twinkle upon the silver keys; doth one stand and start to shiver; shall I sketch a melody? Shall I sketch upon a quiver?
Moonlight: Karl, you fox of fashion; you flightly fever'd bird; you high collared wearing fellow. For I am good and I am fine; for I am sweet and deeper than a river.
Karl: Celebratory chic, I am myself. My collars higher than a giant's liver. For I have sketched a dress of air; and a coat that glimmers and glitters.
Moonlight: Do you dare to dance with me? To tango with the light of Lear? To dance with the funk of a thousand years?
Karl: However shall I dance with thee, for you are not human like me?
Moonlight: It seems to me that you're a god; of the highest order. So dance with me, Kaiser dear; tango but do not tantrum.
Karl: It is only Anna that leads the tantrum; for I posses no emotions. For I am Karl Lagerfeld, and I can walk through oceans.
Moonlight: Then we shall dance and Yves shall sing, and I shall project my rays down hither.
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LIGHTS FADE, EVERYTHING GOES DARK. THE DEMODE PEOPLE ARE NOW TAKEN OUT OF THE AUDIENCE, IF THEY SOMEHOW MANAGED TO GET IN.
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end part 1.
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6 comments:
dance with the funk of a thousand years... genius!
channeling Old Greg, are we Karl?
(in case you don't know, youtube it)
Beautiful.
"Karl, you fox of fashion" <3<33
Wow, fashion at its most poetic, only you could do it Karl
So well written, i´m blown away!
You are a trully skillful writer! Not only you write a magnificent text, but you have the ability of captivating your reader from leaving the screen,until he's read your last word !
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