Later he invited me up to his home in Paris. I was the first photographer he had allowed in. There were 20 marble steps leading up to the entrance. On each step was a tuberose Diptique candle. When I reached the entrance I was totally high – which helped, because the house was a museum and I was totally overwhelmed. We had invited Christy Turlington to come along. I asked Karl to sit at his desk and draw on her leg.
Back in NY, I started getting packages from Karl – catalogs, photo books, quick notes. All handwritten. All inscribed. He was old school and generous like that, too.