Go See the Karl Lagerfeld Documentary · Oct 28, 09:11 PM

Amongst the standing room only crowd on an uptown 2 train, one girl sparkled. Everything about her shouted to me, except one thing, but I didn’t realize this until I talked to her so I’ll let the fantasy continue. She had long, dark, pulled back hair, leopard print half lens librarian looking glasses, minimal make up, full lips, tight faded blue jeans with rhinestone designs on the back pockets, a royal blue t-shirt that had, “I love my boyfriend,” printed over and over in gold. Her Air Force Ones were white with a royal blue swoosh and she even had matching royal blue headphones. She had her initials, KRM, and three butterflies tattooed over her left breast, a sparkly letter ‘K’ ring, and a bare canvas of a right breast.

We both exited at 34th Street and I tapped her on the shoulder because she was listening to her ipod. She took out both ear plugs and I asked her, “What’s so great about your boyfriend? Why do you love him?” She let out an innocent laugh, showing off her beautiful teeth with a little gap between the front two, looked down, while bringing her shoulders up and said, “I don’t know…he treats me good.” I let her off the hook because something about her reminded me too much of a girl I met on the J train who was on her way to work at McDonald’s and had invited me to visit her. Too complicated…I continued about my daydream of a day alone, fittingly, the same way I had just seen the Karl Lagerfeld documentary. If you didn’t know, Lagerfeld has made a good life for himself; I’m following close behind. Go see the Karl Lagerfeld documentary.

— Albin

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