A few jaunts to Harrods in London will convince you that Kurt needs all the help he can get. I still don’t know why he gets the placement he does on the second floor at Mr. Fayed’s (pause for a moment of retail reverence) little shop. ha, ha
Guess he’s the Stuart Weitzman of London.
That said, this gig is a sweet deal. Now, how much maribou fur can Mr. Geiger affix to a pair of black loafers….do tune in…..