Why Aren't We Talking About Anna Delvey's Instagram?

Fake German heiress and IRL Russian scammer Anna Delvey was found guilty in a New York court on Thursday on charges of "bilking hotels, restaurants, a private jet operator and banks out of more than $200,000," the New York Times reports.

Delvey—aka Anna Sorokin, a "Russian immigrant from a middle-class background"— tricked the world into believing she was an heiress by dressing in Supreme and Acne and dining at Le Coucou, and faces up to 15 years in prison on grand larceny charges. Delvey has made headlines throughout her trial process for showing up in court in a wide range of semi-inappropriate, weirdly '90s-inspired 'fits—remember the black cocktail dress and choker?—but through all this courtroom turmoil, there's one aspect of Delvey's public persona that she seems to have overlooked: her Instagram.

Delvey, who goes by "theannadelvey" on the 'gram, with the simple (and fairly clever!) bio "Retired Intern," last posted an animal-eared selfie in August of 2017, about six months before the 11 Howard scam chronicled in The Cut's timeline of Delvey's grift. Other photos posted around the same time show a blurry selfie of Delvey's face, a foot-pic still life, and a series of lo-fi bodysuit shots.

It seems entirely bizarre that a figure as publicly embattled as Delvey would still have her Instagram set to public; in fact, some of the 'grams she posts almost seem admissible as evidence (see: Delvey at Le Coucou, brazenly tagging the restaurant itself and the James Beard foundation and referring to herself as a "snack.") GARAGE reached out to Le Coucou for their reaction to Delvey's sentencing, but did not immediately hear back; we will update this post with any additional comment from the restaurant.

Delvey's Instagram has 60.7K followers, but she only follows three accounts: Architectural Digest, Forbes, and Neff Davis, the 11 Howard hotel concierge whom PAPER Magazine described as "Anna Delvey's only friend in New York." Even in her follows, Delvey is aspirational, striving for the appearance of refinement and wealth (don't forget, it's Forbes that compiles the definitive annual list of wealth ranking in America.)

Other Instagram photos of Delvey show her posing with—what else?—a status dog, apparently a Cockapoo or Maltipoo or some other mixed-breed, breeder-only dog whose procurement can cost up to $2,600.

Places where Delvey checked in on Instagram in the past two years included the Harvard Club, Barneys New York, Dia:Beacon (hashtagging #DanFlavin, of course), a lobster shack in Montauk, various Berlin galleries, the Venice Biennale, and, of course, the Mercer Hotel, where so much of her grift went down.

Delvey's Instagram check-in list reads like a New York rich girl's scavenger hunt, which, of course, is the point; Delvey took care to check all the boxes, flying around the world (on other people's dimes) to carefully craft her image as a wealthy aesthete. Delvey is a comitragic Edith Wharton-esque figure, desperately clinging to glamour (or her interpretation of glamour) even in court; knowing now what we didn't know then, scrolling through Delvey's Instagram feels like delving (no pun intended) deep into the most curated of lies.