OMG. Karl Lagerfeld allowed Choupette, his darling kitty, to pose for yet another magazine photo shoot, and he gave ANOTHER interview about his fluffy little princess. This is Choupette’s second magazine spread in a week! A few days ago, I covered Choupette’s extensive photo shoot with I-D Mag, and now here she is in Harper’s Bazaar. Choupette is such a famewhore. She’s so try-hard. Except that it’s working! I love hearing about Choupette. I can’t believe how jealous I am of this cat. Anyway, you can read Karl’s full interview with Bazaar here – and it’s definitely worth a read. It’s ALL-CHOUPETTE. Here are some highlights:
KRISTINA O’NEILL: I’m sorry to hear that Choupette was sick last night.
KARL LAGERFELD: Yes, but she is better. She had eaten something she wasn’t supposed to eat. They had changed her food because she’s grown-up now, and the food was not right yet. So I had the doctor come in the middle of the night.
KO: I’m glad she has 24-hour medical attention.
KL: The doctor had never seen a cat with so many people taking care of her. You know, she has two maids, and the driver takes care of her too.
KO: Are you sure she doesn’t have an attitude?
KL: She has an attitude like a princess.
KO: Does she meow a lot, or is she a purrer?
KL: No, no, no—everything is done with the eyes. She knows exactly what she wants.
KO: Tell me about her eating habits.
KL: She goes in the kitchen and sits in front of the food. She doesn’t like to eat on the floor, so I have to put the food on the table. Her dishes are by Goyard. She has one for water, one for her little croquette, and one for her pâté. You have to serve everything, and she makes a choice.
KO: Does she have a favorite person besides you?
KL: I hope not! But, yes, the two maids, especially one called Françoise. They spend hours together and do her beauty jobs, her hair, and all those things, and they have moments of tenderness with her. They have to write in the book exactly what they’re doing. Because there’s a diary, I know everything.
KO: Does she get brushed a lot?
KL: Yes, she has to. You know, she has long white hair. Two times a day.
KO: Has she ever used Klorane hair powder like you?
KL: No, never. That’s not necessary. Anyway, everything with a spray she hates. Room spray or even perfume—she hates it!
KO: She doesn’t like Chanel No. 5?
KL: No, no, no. She likes the smell of juicy food.
KO: So what does she play with?
KL: She likes strange toys, toys that aren’t supposed to be toys. She plays with pieces of wood, pieces of paper, shopping bags. She loves shopping bags.
KO: Are they all Chanel?
KL: No, her favorite one is a huge Colette shopping bag that’s under the kitchen table. She spends hours in there and brings all her toys in there. And when I’m in bed, sometimes she comes and brings all her toys in my bed.
KO: She must have met a lot of people in the fashion industry by now.
KL: Yes, everybody wants her, but I say no! She’s really a stunning beauty. Her eyes are blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. And also her movement is so beautiful.
KO: Does she scratch? Does she have claws?
KL: Yes, the doctor does her manicure. She hates when we do it ourselves. The only time she makes a scandal is then.
KO: How much time a day does she spend sleeping?
KL: Quite a lot. I don’t know; I’m not there all the time. But when I’m working, she sits next to me. And when I want to write letters, she sits on the papers because she doesn’t want me to write letters.
KO: Do you wish you’d gotten a cat sooner?
KL: No, I never thought I would like cats.
KO: Because you’re a dog person?
KL: I love dogs, but dogs, you have to be in the country with dogs. I cannot walk a dog on the street. Cats take better care of themselves; they like to be alone. Cats are better in the house.
KO: Would you ever think about getting a second cat?
KL: No, no, no, no, no. She’s the one.
Aw, you know what this is? Karl Lagerfeld has never had a cat before. He is a first-time cat person, and he’s discovering the joy of cat-ownership. Except “ownership” isn’t the right word. Choupette isn’t owned by Karl. She is his life partner, his roommate, his little fluffy friend and confidante. Choupette is the daughter Karl never had. FOR REAL.
Photos courtesy of Harper’s Bazaar.