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]
“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]
Oh, Karl Lagerfeld, have you ever smiled in your life? We understand there’s a lot of pressure when you’re Kaiser Karl, but hello — you’re hanging out with amazing R&B star Frank Ocean. That’s something to be happy about! Ocean and Karl struck a pose together at Karl and Carine Roitfeld’s launch for their Little Black Jacket Chanel exhibition.
“Karl Lagerfeld decided to come to my ball in Paris [for French Vogue's 90th anniversary] dressed in a burqa so he wouldn’t be recognized … he was arrested outside.”
― I’m still reeling from the two things I just learned about Karl Lagerfeld, straight from the legendary mouth of former Vogue Paris EIC (and newly-crowned global fashion director of Harper’s Bazaar!) Carine Roitfeld: he has a police record in France! Also, he might just be a tiny bit culturally insensitive. Color me shocked. Please, Carine, do tell us more …
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’m sorry to say that it’s a subject I consider ridiculous for several reasons; the story with the anorexic girls — nobody works with anorexic girls, that’s nothing to do with fashion. People who have that [anorexia] have problems to do with family and things like that. … There are less than 1 per cent of anorexic girls, but there more than 30 percent of girls in France — I don’t know about England — that are much, much overweight. And it is much more dangerous and very bad for the health … So I think today with the junk food in front of the TV it’s something dangerous for the health of the girl.”
Here’s the thing with Karl Lagerfeld‘s denial-is-not-just-a-river-in-Egypt comments on Britain’s Channel 4 News. He’s right that anorexia is a mental illness which cannot be attributed to just one factor. He’s also correct that unhealthy eating is also bad. And he’s even got a point, sort of, about the fashion industry not wanting to work with anorexic “girls.” The fashion industry isn’t necessarily employing “normal-sized” women who are anorexic; they are employing women who are rail-thin with androgynous, boyish frames as well as young teen/tween girls whose bodies are practically prepubescent. There is a reason why there has been a huge controversy with the CFDA regarding designers who employ models under the age of 16. So, in a sense, Lagerfeld does have a valid point that can be teased out of this quote. But his snotty comments about Adele being “fat” and overall dismissiveness/lack of responsibility towards eating disorders in his industry is enraging. Choupette, I’ll always love, but I am officially done with Karl Lagerfeld. [Telegraph UK]
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]