Why do we have to have people like Leonor Scherrer? The daughter of French designer Jean-Louis Scherrer, she is the ultimate spoiled, entitled ultra-hipster who favors a dykey Goth look and has started a company called Leonor Funeral Couture to provide “fashion for the bereaved.”
“Her line even comes complete with its own fragrance, Maximilia, named after Maximilian Kolbe, the Polish friar who took the place of a condemned man at Auschwitz.”
But wait! She’s also recording an album that includes a cover of Schubert’s “Death and The Maiden.”
Get it? She loves death! Death is so cool!
Riccardo Tisci adores her and so does Diane Pernet. In an interview with Diane, Leonor says, “I had no idea death was such a taboo.” Maybe on her planet, they have different taboos. How can one expect such a person to know what we proles are like?
But aside from her breathtaking level of pretentiousness, she also offers the discerning enthusiast the kind of self-aggrandizing clulessness that results in a confession like this one:
“I lost a close friend recently and the grieving process takes a long time. I think of him every time I see someone on the street looking like him. In fact, I’ve still got his number on my phone and haven’t been able to delete it yet.”
Her friend died recently but she hasn’t deleted his phone number yet?!? The woman is a fucking saint.
Actually, no. In fact, the first thing I thought upon reading about her was, Wow. What a fucking cunt ! Why doesn’t she have anything better to do than market an ironic appreciation of death?