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.
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Another day, another Choupette headline! Karl Lagerfeld‘s famous feline is getting more press than the Kaiser himself these days, and with a face like that, who could complain? V is the latest magazine to feature the esteemed Siamese model, who has apparently signed with one of the world’s top agencies — and in her first-ever fashion spread, no less. The photo set, aptly titled “Glamour Puss,” was shot by Choupette’s dad, which may have something to do with why she appears so nonplussed, even as she’s clutched provocatively to French model Laetitia Casta’s bare chest. (There are admittedly a couple of images that make me feel a bit concerned for darling Choupette, but we shan’t go into that.) Keep reading »
And just when you thought you had heard the last from me regarding Choupette Lagerfeld, you were so woefully wrong! Allow me to explain myself: cat love is my number one interest and priority above all other things, and I also really adore the kooky Chanel designer‘s flippantly offensive attitude, despite my awareness of the fact that if we did so happen to cross paths he would probably just write me off as having a “bad face,” as in the case of one Pippa Middleton, or “fat,” as in the case of everyone else ever. I wouldn’t even care, man, so long as he would let me smooch his darling cat right on the nose. Keep reading »