Say what you will about (kooky/krazy/kreepy) Karl Lagerfeld, but when it comes to his creative directorial role at Chanel, the man is aces. Filmmaker Trevor Undi took Karl’s vision and interpreted it into this hypnotic 2 and a half-minute video comprised of clips from the French fashion house’s Paris-Édimbourg Métiers d’Art 2012/13 runway show, which took place in a castle in the Scottish highlands. Never before have runway-side iPhone photographers looked so, well, otherworldly. [Vimeo]
Karl Lagerfeld isn’t the most politically correct fellow around, nor is he necessarily the most reasonable, but he is delightful in the way that many kooky, mildly racist old European men just are. He has terrible things to say about almost everyone, but he says them so straight-forwardly and in such bastardized English that it’s next to impossible not to chuckle — he’s just kind of hilarious in the most inadvertent way. “I am not that pretentious; you have a distorted image of me,” Karl tells Harper’s Bazaar‘s executive editor, the fabulous Laura Brown, in this installment of “The Comedown,” her webseries for the mag. They chat about everything from Choupette (who, yes, Karl realizes is “the most beautiful and most famous cat in the world”) to what he would do if he was invisible for a day (robbery). You may want to skip this video if you’re firmly anti-Karl, because there’s a considerable chance you might actually start to find the man wildly endearing, warts and all. [Fashionista]
The British Advertising Standards Authority strikes again! The ad censorship watchdog, responsible for putting the kibosh on everything from scummy American Apparel ads to a photo of an underage Dakota Fanning holding a perfume bottle between her legs for Marc Jacobs, is cracking down on another campaign. Next up on the chopping block is a Chanel Coco Mademoiselle fragrance commercial starring Keira Knightley. Keep reading »
Would that we could all live like Diane Kruger — the woman speaks three languages, is a beautiful and talented actress and lives in Paris with her longtime beau Joshua Jackson. And she can somehow pull off wearing a beret without looking like a douchebag. Kruger was spotted at Paris Fashion Week in this ensemble from Chanel’s Spring/Summer RTW (you can see it on the runway after the jump). We can’t afford Chanel, so we did our best to replicate the look. This is our Champagne-taste-on-a-malt-liquor-budget attempt.
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This is the coolest iPhone case I’ve seen in forever. And the best part? At only $15, it’s cheaper than a real bottle of Chanel nail polish. [The Custom Art]
When this delicious macaron from heaven, featuring a back-of-the-sweatshirt cameo by Choupette Lagerfeld, angel-winged its way onto our computer screens yesterday, I was beside myself. Firstly because Jessica beat me to the Choupette Watch punch (Jessica: I forgive, but I don’t forget), and secondly because hello, why do I not have a Choupette sweatshirt already hanging in my closet? In fact, why don’t I have a closet full of Choupette paraphernalia? (The one in this video is indeed only for three-year-olds, and certainly only available in a very limited quantity, but hello, hi, I am a toddler-sized person, that hoodie was made for me.) A quick search of Etsy (where else?) wised us up to the fact that there actually is a market for this sort of thing. Let’s take a look at some of the cutest Choupette merchandise on the web, and hope to hell that there isn’t some sort of brand infringement at stake here. If there is, let me know, and I’ll cease production on my Choupette-inspired Cafepress collection ASAP.
Just last week, I was asking Rachel what Choupette has been up to lately. It’s been months since we’ve seen pictures of Karl Lagerfeld’s pampered kitten — last time was when she modeled in a 10-page editorial for V magazine with Laetitia Casta. But today the Internet Celebrity Cat Gods have sent us a macaron from heaven with a new short film for Chanel by Lagerfeld himself. Choupette herself doesn’t deign to make an appearance; I’ll let you watch and see for yourself how she appears. [Fashionista]
There are two main versions of my name story. The first is the one I like telling, which is that I was named after my grandmother’s best friend, Charlotte. It doesn’t make any sense, I know. But it’s better — although I suspect less accurate — than the second version, which is that my mother was reading a magazine while sitting on the toilet (apparently this was an important detail), and came across an ad for Chanel perfume. Hence, a difficultly-named troublemaker was born.
I hate my name. Okay, that’s not fair. I have a complicated relationship with my name. For a long time, I just wanted to be named Jen, or Rebecca, or anything but Chanel. (I’m an only child, so there’s no one to compare names with, no sibling with an equally complicated name.) Teachers went into a full-on, sweaty panic when they saw my full name, and kids seized upon me with gleeful cruelty, creating every permutation you can think of and referring to me as such. Recently, when I was signing into the apartment building where I was cat sitting, the doorman informed me that my name was “not spelled that way.” Keep reading »