Collars

Okay, this is a little thing, a minor matter, but I adored the shot of Karl opening the drawer and flipping through what must have been a gross of starched white collars. Where does one get these? Are they made to order?

Anyway, I enjoyed this movie very much. He's a white tiger who has transcended sexuality to become a eunuch, a high priest of the fame god, the hierophant of modern style. I love him. Those who have seen him being interviewed know how prickly he can be if he doesn't like a question. This director must have earned his trust and confidence BIG TIME. That's the real story here, IMO.