Karl Lagerfeld: I'm Not Interested in Sex

There’s simply no one in the world quite like Karl Lagerfeld. He interviews himself. He praises himself. And will absolutely call out any celebrity who gains just a few pounds. Ahem…Adele.

Well Karl finally started his position as guest editor of Paris’ Metro magazine, in which he talks about his sex life, how he’s the most down to earth human ever, and his mini-me. Here are some highlights from the article:

On being human:
I look the part. But I’m not that human, hmm? But more down to earth than me you will never find. You cannot be more down to earth.

On not listening to advice:
When I did H&M, everyone said don’t do it. And it worked. When I took over Chanel, everyone said to me, don’t do it, it’s dead, it doesn’t work. It worked beyond. So I better not listen to people and follow only my instincts.

On online shopping:
Not personally, I don’t do it because I don’t have the Internet, you know. I don’t do the Internet myself but everyone around me does it for me. And if I want to buy, I buy things from the Internet but it’s not me personally. I don’t give the number of my credit card and all those things.

On why people have meetings:
Salary justification. That’s why people meet for hours. Whenever they want to talk to me, they meet for hours.

On what influences him:
You know, don’t put influence into words. Influence has another name and that’s called copying. You see? It’s in the air, I don’t know. I’m like a TV antenna.

On his sex drive (this one requires the full excerpt):
No, I’m not very much interested in that. But it’s not a question of time, people can make quickies you know. [laughs] If you ask this kind of question, you get this kind of answer [laughs.]
Metro: Quickies can be fun.
 Good, good, good! I find you talk like Europeans [laughs.] I think sex is an overrated subject.
Metro: But it’s the French way, though. You know, I’m not French. I’m a bloody German.

On children and the next generation:
That’s why I don’t have children, mmm? There’s nothing to pass down because everybody has to invent his own thing…I have a godson, who is small, 3 ½ years old, genius. He’s got real personality and his parents have no authority. He loves clothes. He wants everything like me. He sleeps with his gloves and goes to school with black glasses on. It’s so funny.

On having pets:
Yes, but they die so I don’t like them.

On fearing death:
I couldn’t care less…The only thing is I don’t want to be seen dead, huh? So anyway, over, over. The battery is finished, huh, puft.