Karl Lagerfeld had never set foot inside a supermarket before he had one built on a catwalk in 2014, featuring models browsing aisles with baskets shopping for Chanel-branded fromage. It was classic Lagerfeld: very silly but a stroke of genius. The fashion designer was easy to poke fun at, with his white bouffant-plus-ponytail hairstyle and black leather gloves. But behind the persona was a man who spoke four languages fluently, a workaholic still running Chanel, Fendi and his own label Karl Lagerfeld into his 80s.
This dutiful, uncontroversial documentary is based on William Middleton’s biography Paradise Now: The Extraordinary Life of Karl Lagerfeld. As well as archive footage of Lagerfeld, film-maker Nick Hooker gets access to the designer’s inner circle, but ultimately his documentary fails to chip away at the persona. (This is no criticism: I once interviewed Lagerfeld, a frustrating 30 minutes during which the dark glasses stayed on and he answered questions with bon mot witticisms but gave nothing away.) In a clip at the start of the film, Lagerfeld admits that he has spent so long performing a role that not even those closest to him really know who he is.
Growing up in Germany, his mother was cold and distant, which seems to have left him with a life-long aversion to intimacy. At 19, he left for Paris, and after a long stint at Chloé took over Chanel in 1983, at a time when the legendary fashion house was dusty and on its uppers. He lost the great love of his life, partner Jacques de Bascher, to an Aids-related illness in 1989. Later in life, his smash hit collaboration with H&M gave Lagerfeld celebrity status, which he clearly adored. But glance away and you’ll miss the very quick reference to his controversial fatphobic comments.
Of the interviews here, Lagerfeld’s famous pals Tilda Swinton and Penélope Cruz are all blather and platitudes, but more insightful are his collaborators, including Amanda Harlech, his right-hand woman at Chanel. I found it telling how well liked Lagerfeld was by his staff; the seamstress who worked for him for 50 years turning his sketches into clothes describes him as “the crème de la crème of men”. His longtime bodyguard says he was like a father. (Though, if Lagerfeld had actually been his dad there were times he’d have told him to “go fuck yourself”.) Overall, this is a diligent, if not definitive, profile.
