I am like a caricature of myself, and I like that. It is like a mask. And for me the Carnival of Venice lasts all year long.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea of embracing one's persona as a performance or art form.
Karl Lagerfeld's quote reflects the notion of identity as an artifice, suggesting that he enjoys exaggerating aspects of himself, akin to a caricature. By comparing himself to a mask and likening his life to a perpetual carnival, he highlights the playful and theatrical elements of his existence, suggesting that one can find joy and liberation in embracing different facets of their personality.
In practice
In a motivational speech about expressing individuality.
I believe in sketching because there is something very sensitive in sketching, you know, in sketches that you don't have out of a computer that looks the same like everybody even if, later on, the dresses are OK, but I like to sketch, and I like to see trails made after my sketches that look the same. It is you know, what I like.
I'm open to everything. When you start to criticize the times you live in, your time is over.
If I could be reincarnated as a fashion accessory, it would be a shopping bag.
Chic is a kind of mayonnaise, either it tastes, or it doesn't.
Why should I stop working? If I do, I'll die and it'll all be finished. 'm lucky to work in the most perfect of conditions. I can do what I want in all kinds of areas. The expenses are not expenses. I would be stupid to stop that. Work is making a living out of being bored.
Elegance has nothing to do with fashion.
The defect in wisdom and taste which exists among the majority of dancers is due to the bad education which they generally receive. They apply themselves only to the material side of their art, they learn to jump more or less high, they strive mechanically to execute a number of steps, and like children, who utter a great many words devoid of sense and relation, they execute many phrases of steps devoid of taste and grace.
Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.
The painting is finished when the idea has disappeared.
If you let the plot be determined by what you feel is in the character's mind at that point, it may not turn out to be a very good play, but at least it will be a play where people are behaving in a kind of truthful way.
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