Look at this lengthy article in the New York Magazine, which the Manolo has annotated below for your edification. It is like the horrifying, surreal, opera buffo stage version of the Paradise Lost.
Act One, Scene One. The curtain it raises on the procession of the damned, who shuffle across the stage paying obsequious homage to the Lord of Flies.
First, the aged crones in thrall to evil..
What can one talk about while waiting for Lagerfeld? Lagerfeld, of course. “Karl has the energy of … what? Twenty-five thousand Turkish elephants!” says socialite Anne Slater, wearing her big blue glasses and grinning up a storm. “He’s magnetic and powerful. I think he’s absolutely, devastatingly attractive.”
Then, the young slatterns, proud of their debasement…
“Karl is a genius!” exclaims Lindsay Lohan.
Next, the handmaidens of Asmodeus, eager to share their shame..
“Karl is the one person that makes me shy,” says throaty Bungalow 8 owner Amy Sacco.
Then, the greater demons, odious, cloven hooved beings who dwell in the lower rings of Hell…