Karl was the most talented person I knew: larger than life, a maestro of la mode, a great showman.
He was a brilliant photographer, illustrator and interior designer. A voracious reader, witty and subversive quote machine and whirl of activity whom it’s hard to imagine being still. He honored Coco Chanel, while modernizing her wares and making them cool, not stodgy. Even pearls. The theme of one collection I saw was Goldfinger. And in his fingerless gloves (to hide aging), his hands spun gold. There’ll never be another Karl – and that’s a massive loss for us all.