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 »