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 »
“They let me do anything I want.”
― Is it any surprise that, while most other designers are subject to concerns of budgeting and other logical limitations, the House of Chanel (owned by the Wertheimer brothers) stops the inimitable Karl Lagerfeld at nothing? Suddenly, the spectacular runway shows ― the life-size plane in the Grand Palais, the 265-ton imported glacier, last week’s event in a roofless Scottish palace at the height of winter ― make that much more sense. [Fashionista]
Color us weirdos, but we just love some Karl Lagerfeld. The head designer of Chanel is an inveterate freak, with his strangle-y leather gloves, diet of Diet Coke and cigarettes, and propensity for wearing sunglasses indoors (always).
Karl always sticks out in a crowd — or does he? See if you can spot Herr Lagerfeld in these cheeky Where’s Waldo?-themed photo puzzles.
It is fairly common knowledge that getting older directly corresponds with getting weirder. Karl Lagerfeld was pretty fucking weird to begin with, but now, at 79, I think it’s safe to say that the longtime Chanel designer is the weirdest. The Kaiser may not consider himself a “political person,” but he did take some interest in this year’s presidential election (didn’t everyone?), even awaking early the following day in anticipation of the results. “Inspired” by the subject of President Obama, Karl celebrated the Democratic win in the way he knows best: by illustrating the POTUS in chef whites (using Shu Uemura makeup, because duh) bearing a cake in the shape of the White House. The handwritten caption reads, in German: “The Biggest Chef in the World: 10 X 5 Stars.” I’m sure there must be something to this metaphor, but it is 100 percent lost on me. [WWD via The Gloss]
It’s kind of crazy that Dakota Fanning is only 18; the girl has been around forever. The Fannings obviously don’t waste any time getting into the biz, but what I like about Dakota and her sister, Elle, is that they both seem incredibly smart and well-adjusted for the amount of fame they’ve experienced at such young ages. I definitely don’t foresee any Lohan-ing in either of their futures. (And yes, they’re both fashion wunderkinds who are lucky enough to be outfitted by some of the most revered designers out there.)
It’s a rare 18-year-old who can wear Chanel and look at once totally arresting and also completely age-appropriate, but I guess if anyone’s going to be able to pull it off, it’s Dakota. InStyle UK’s December issue features the actress as its cover star in, oh, just the most gorgeous Chanel frock ever plucked right from the Resort 2013 collection, with elaborate tonal embroidery and touches of pink, purple, and blue. This further reinforces my conviction that international versions of fashion mags get way better covers than we do. I’m just sayin’. More pics (one featuring the prettiest pair of cat ears for humans you’ll ever see), after the jump! [Celebitchy via InStyle UK]
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It’s not every day that Karl Lagerfeld deems a fashionista worthy of being photographed in Coco Chanel’s iconic former Paris home at 31 Rue Cambon, so it’s kind of remarkable that he chose Victoria Beckham over someone like, say, Blake Lively. I totally thought Blake was his dress-up doll of choice these days. I do have to hand it to Posh for her seamless transition from Spice Girl and football WAG into a well-respected style icon and designer; there aren’t many former pop stars who ever enjoy the same level of high-fashion success. Victoria tweeted photos this week from a recent shoot for Elle France, where she appears alongside Lagerfeld modeling pieces from her new eyewear collection. What she doesn’t model, however, is pants, and that is completely understandable — if my legs looked like that, I wouldn’t wear pants, either. [Celebitchy]
I guess if you’re going to an event called the Chanel Little Black Jacket dinner, you might want to wear black to fit in. And so, Keira Knightley wore what looks at first glance like a standard retro ’50s frock. But turn her around and you see the true magic of the garment. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
Just one time won’t do; you’re going to have to watch this video at least twice before you can even begin to comprehend what’s going on … and maybe not even then. Karl Lagerfeld graced French television Monday night as a guest on talk show Le Grand Journal and, naturellement, the subject arose of le chat Choupette. An admirer takes the opportunity to praise Karl’s love of cats, then proceeds to shock the Chanel designer by turning the camera to his own pet, Chat Lagerfeld. We soon discover that Chat Lagerfeld may not, in fact, be a cat at all. At all. The Kaiser is not amused. (But he totally is.) [The Cut]
Let’s talk about Places I Wish I Had Been Last Night: Chanel fêted the 80th anniversary of their “Bijoux De Diamants” collection here in New York and, as one can always anticipate from an occasion hosted by the illustrious French fashion house, a host of starlets and socialites alike showed up in their Lagerfeld finest. Let’s take a look at the best (and slightly questionably)-dressed of the elite crowd…