I enter the ever-sought-after uber hip boutique Collete, look around myself... and in half an instant grab Monsieur's arm, and something like this comes out of my mouth: "Ohmygod, look to your left, I mean rrright, no left (all this in one breath) ittt's Karl! Ohmygod."
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I had to flee the store to calm down my hysteria. I (almost) started crying and/but couldn't believe I didn't faint in front of Mr. Lagerfeld on the spot! Non mais....
In fact, I still can't believe it. For these kind of moments you mentally prepare yourself. You go into presentable mode. You know that the kaiser of fashion awaits you. You practice a speech in front of the mirror. You just don't bump into him at Colette.
And voilà! My beyond-my-world moment when Karl was standing a few feet from me, (he even looked up at me swears Monsieur) and my legs were shaky. And my face was red. And ....
Next time, I'll even go introduce myself. I'll let him know I'm his biggest fan. But for now, I'll continue going to bed thinking: OhmygodIsawKarlLagerfeldatCollete!
bottle of Coca Cola Light at the drugstore
OMFG!!!!! GET OUT!!!!!! (If you were here I'd push you Elaine style from Seinfeld as I say that but you're just gonna have to imagine it!) I am SOOOOOOOO jealous right now and awestruck. I totally understand babe, if it were me I would have cried, taken it as a sign or something, perhaps even mustered the courage to stutter a few words to him in a very bad french and an unwilling heavy quebecois accent and then ask him to sign my wrist and proceed to get it tattooed at the nearest tattoo parlour in Paris just like the girl with the Loboutin tattoo on her ankle. Anyways!!! I'm so happy you saw him!!! Kudos on not accidently stumbling into any objects and knocking them down on your way out. At least it wasn't a tripping in front of Dior a la Carrie scene, love. ;)
ReplyDeleteP.S I would be very happy with a bottle of Coka Cola light as a souvenir if it's not too inconvenient to bring back home. :)
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