Fashion designer/closet vampire Karl Lagerfeld has declared junkie singer Amy Winehouse his new muse, and compared her to famed French sex kitten Brigitte Bardot. Lagerfeld said:
[Amy] is a beautiful, gifted artist. And I very much like her hairdo. I took it as an inspiration. Because, in fact, it was also Brigitte Bardot’s hairdo in the late Fifties and Sixties. And now Amy has made it her own style. So, when I saw her, I knew it was the right moment. Amy . . . she is the new Brigitte.
If Amy can be the new Brigitte, can I then be the new Marcello Mastroianni? I've always wanted to drive around the Italian countryside in a Maserati while exuding a worldly, Antonioni-esque sense of ennui. I won't be romancing any Monica Vittis though - only Alain Delons for me, and maybe an Yves Montand or two as long as they're all scruffy and oily and bescarved like in Wages of Fear.
Lagerfeld, by the way, has already debuted his new Winehouse-inspired looks. Here are some shots from last week's London Chanel show:
Come on Lagerfeld - neat-looking semi-beehives, a little dark make-up and no ballet slippers? That's not Amy Winehouse. That's some designer trying to get publicity by copying a famous person's well-known look without sinking to such a level of tackiness that he loses his own credibility in the eyes of his peers. If you had any real guts, Lagerfeld, you'd have eschewed the pretty models, grabbed some toothless junkies off the street, glued beehives to their heads and paraded their scrawny, bug-ridden asses out there. Now that would've been a fucking show.
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