Well Played, Karl

I try to look at Karl Lagerfeld objectively. I really do. But sometimes it is difficult to see through layers of blinding annoyance. He is ridiculous in a way that is also kind of terrifying. Despite the fact that all of his white pony-tailed, fingerless-gloved dramatics are so silly, I can't help but be intimidated by a man who not only sits at the helm of one of the most prestigious couture houses ever, but also, as I am sure all of us have noted at one time or another, imitates Count Dracula's general demeanor with terrifying accuracy. Anyhow, as I said, I do try for objectivity in regards to Mr. Lagerfeld, and as far as Fall's couture is concerned, I have decided to throw him a little bone (Because I know he is totally waiting for my validation).
Here goes:
I rather like some of the coats.

I'm not a minimalist by any means, but I do like these clean lines. The first one appeals to me because of the saturated teal color, and the second because of its unusual texture and the ever-adorable button flaps. The third one I like because it is just a very nice-looking coat.

There. That wasn't so hard. But don't go thinking that me and Karl are going to be BFFs from now on just because of three attractively tailored coats. The other sixty four looks he gave us for Fall couture were the same old recycled natty tweeds and space-age madness that we've seen from him for the past... oh, I don't know, ever. So in conclusion, Karl Lagerfeld is still crazy. But he can make a nice coat sometimes. But he is still crazy.

Maddy