Karl Lagerfield Donned the Yellow Vest. Why Not You?

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When they need to promote a drab or tiresome message, French creatives always know what buttons to push: the really, really shallow ones.

At left, Chanel’s Karl Lagerfeld encourages pedestrians and motorists to wear yellow safety vests with the following message (big merci to desedo for translating): “It’s yellow, it’s ugly, it doesn’t go with anything, but it could save your life.”

Thank you, Lord Lagerfield. I will never complain about my bicycle helmet or plump orange swimming vest ever, ever again.

The effort is part of a French government safety campaign. As of July 1, the vest and reflective triangle will be mandatory for drivers and cyclists.

Wince. No wonder they enlisted Karl Lagerfield. It sounds unforgivably tasteless. Oh, the sacrifices you make in the name of life.

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