Karl Lagerfeld Continues to Spoil Choupette Rotten

Instead, Karl just pampers his feline friend, permitting her to sit in the cockpit with the pilot when they fly to St. Tropez because “she loves looking at the sky.” Choupette is quite enamored with her generous owner, obviously: “Choupette waits for me at the front door,” he says. “She doesn’t like being alone. She gets moody.” With three personal maids, I don’t understand how Karl’s little princess ever has a second to herself. Like any emerging “it” girl, Choupette is being fishbowled, and it’s only a matter of time before she caves under the pressure, starts acting out, and lands in the tabloids.