Through Glasses Darkly

‘IF Nicole Kidman were a teenage boy on holiday alone in Europe and Karl Lagerfeld asked him back to his apartment for a party, should he go?

Alan Tracy

Thankfully, Nicole is no boy, being as she is a woman of some stature both physically and in her role as a major Hollywood star.

So when Karl – ”You can call me Karl, my dear” – invited her back to his Paris home for what Hello! terms a ”bash”, she had no need to be coy or reticent.

In any case, she’d not be alone because Karl had invited lots of his other friends back for fun – people like Monaco’s Princess Caroline and her husband Prince Ernst.

And Princess Caroline’s daughter, Charlotte Casiraghi, who looks remarkably at ease for one so young chez Lagerfeld.

There is indeed some sense of safety in numbers, even down to the fact that, when one of the assembled supermodels and princesses took to the floor to dance to Erasure’s greatest hits, so too did six or even seven of their number.

Meanwhile, while others danced and sang, and Karl watched through his dark glasses, Nicole made her excuses and went off into the night.’

Posted: 20th, October 2004 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink