It was a little insane... Karl was mobbed by 30 journalists / bloggers / photographers to within about one metre, at which point an imaginary barrier seemed to suddenly appear and remind everyone of their manners. The monochromatic German watched a film of himself on a gallery wall whilst the newly coined glasses perched ceremoniously on plinths under glass cheese domes.
Karl looked like Karl. His rose-gold-backed iPad was rather covetable but his best accessory was his confidante and personal gatekeeper. Casually androgynous, she wore a black tux with diamante encrusted flat black loafers while nonchalantly owning the room of baying journos.
The whole affair was very Paris. There were parquet floors and discreet outfits - beige macs, pumps, striped shirts. Karl's glassware was kind of Scandinavian though. And yes, he drank Diet Coke with lunch.
The paragraph I texted to The Times -