Nixta Rolls

I sat down with TSF and DMC last night to eat dinner from our faithful and favourite local sushi spot, and to watch Lagerfeld Confidential.

I’d been looking forward to this for some time. A glimpse into the life of the Crazy Monkey Genius.

What do you know? It turns out that he’s a Crazy Monkey Genius. And with a refreshing lack of social fears and a great tolerance for fools, but none for dissenters (even if they’ve been great friends for some time). Perhaps sycophants come and go and have no effect on his journey.

It’s a refreshing approach. But what struck me is that underneath the veneers are undeveloped children. Listening to the very few social moments, it seems that a little bit of social lubricant and it all comes down to thinly masqueraded lewdness.

Benny Hill may have been right after all.

But it all fits into his world view, which seemed pretty flawless to me: The world changes always and he just charts a constant path through it. It seems his self-assigned task is to make it through at the top of his field. With that rule, everything is excusable or has a reason.

His lies about his history. His suddenly broken partnerships of decades. His tolerance for fools and sycophants. Success as nothing to be dwelt on. Nostalgia as destructive.

It’s admirable, and I envy him his talent and lifestyle, but to get there luck, as he freely concedes. But the sacrifice? Triumph says it best here.