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If you're a fashion lover, and you travel to Paris, you must visit the Chanel store—even if you don't worship at the altar of Karl Lagerfeld. It's kind of like touring the Vatican if you're Jewish. No, it doesn't celebrate your religion, but when you're in Rome, of course you've got to go.
Last week, we spent a day in Paris, and made our own pilgrimage to the original Chanel boutique at 31 rue Cambon. After exploring the flagship's extensive collection of shoes, purses and clothing, most of which had prices which were the equivalent of a few months of our Manhattan rent, we exited. We felt sated and happy that we'd now visited one of the holy sites of the fashion world.
At that moment, in a scene straight out of Men in Black, a shiny black chauffer-driven sedan pulled up next to us, and a few men, wearing expensive-looking shades and black suits, jumped out and raced by us into Chanel. The last one had a long gray pony tail. Yes, we'd seen Chanel's very own version of the Pope, Karl Lagerfeld. It was the day after his fashion show and he looked like it had been a long night.
Of course we got out our camera as quickly as possible. But not quickly enough. Above is our photo of part of Karl's head.
· Chanel News [Official Site]