Well wishes poured in from her 120,000 followers (and that’s just Choupette’s Instagram) and, naturally, “daddy” threw her a lavish-yet-low-key party. A single candle placed in a plate of shrimp and a new toy cat wearing a tie were pictured on her curated feed, which Choupette clarified was not started by Lagerfeld’s team, but @choupettesocialgirl in 2012. “Please stop DMing moi for free @chanelofficial handbags. I can’t hook you up,” she jabbed. Meow.
And the catty comments did not stop there: “My annual salary and net worth are none of your business unless it’s @forbes calling to put me on their next cover. Move over @kyliejenner!” she said in response to those hounding – “unintentional dog pun... yuck!” – Choupette for details about her career.
The rant could have been part and parcel of Choupette’s plan to score her dream job: "To write a satirical fashion commentary series" for Vogue, Elle or Harper’s Bazaar. Her application was certainly a punchy one. “Holler at your girl!” she urged prospective publications.