Hating:

Sporting this Martin Margiela polyester jacket requires confidence that squashes popular perception that a bloated, asymmetric, polyester baseball jacket isn’t high fashion, but simply highly unflattering.

That kind of faith might move mountains, and whoever has it only has to pay $478 to exercise it, instead of Martin Margiela polyester jacket‘s retail price of $1,195…

Wanting:

I don’t dig cloches because I’m a sucker for flapper fashion; I like flapper fashion because I’m a sucker for cloches. I love how those bell-shaped hats half-cover your eyes, so that you have to hold your head up hyper-high to look at the world.

That’s how a lady should always walk.

Too bad I didn’t see this Eugenia Kim black cloche while I was enjoying Aloha Rag’s sale on my Honolulu holiday…

Wearing:

This Diane von Furstenberg “Indina” jacket reminds me of a ’20s starlet’s monkey jacket.

Only Diane von Furstenberg doesn’t respect animals enough to use them in her designs.

Shame on you, Ms. von Furstenberg.

This Mongolian fur may be faux, but the Aloha Rag sale I got it from in Honolulu is real and alive…

Hating:

As much as I want a choice puffer jacket I won’t only wear (the one time) when I’m snowshoe hiking at Sundance, this Antonio Berardi puffer jacket, with its ¾ sleeves, is ridick.

Your torso is freezing, but your wrists are on fire?

Just as there’s never any reason to fold for function over form, there’s never any reason to favor form over function.

What? You would?

So when are we finally having our matcha green tea soy latte date…

Wanting:

This Moncler Gamme Rouge puffer jacket with shawl collar is distinct in its subtlety: it becomes fingerprint unique as it fades into a frame for your beauty.

So different — and so much like the five or so shawl-collared, wrap coats I’ve had made to top my uniform of silk jersey tank dresses and satin slippers.

As much as it’d look at home in my little closet, this Moncler Gamme Rouge puffer jacket costs too much for something I’ll sport, at best, a few hours a year, while snowshoe hiking between movies at Sundance…

Wearing:

I thought Sundance would be a perfect play time for my ’60s chocolate mink trenchcoat.

I also thought — think? — Giuseppe Zanotti shearling boots with a four-inch rubber wedge heel would be practical too.

But what about this Norma Kamali puffer jacket? Water-resistant, engineered for NASA spacesuit warmth, kept cozy with a self-tie belt –

You’re right, it’s probably too sporty for my first time snowshoe hiking…

Yawning:

I bought The Dress — a simple racerback tank dress I’ve had copied using a rainbow of silk jerseys — from e-boutique SSense.

Its latest lookbook vibes like a change of direction for the straight store.

I’ve been thinking of taking stylized photos with Major Dukes, my new German shepherd, but they wouldn’t exactly look like this. Or this.

Her hair’s too big…

Over-Thinking:

Jezebel does a fine job wagging a chipped finger at People for glamorizing some Heidi’s plastic surgery addiction, but the girly blog glosses over the most obvious point:

Excepting those ridick DDD’s, Heidi looks better.

God bless knives in 90210 and Photoshop.

Is it crueler to let people who can’t cultivate self-esteem writhe in discomfort as they stare at planned perfection, or to force confident people to give up Romanticized relief from day-to-day dullness?

Natural life is best refined into a flawless fiction that tells the truth far better than facts.

I’m glad I got that off my yet-altered chest. Back to Jay-Z’s “Big Pimpin’” video…

Wearing

The best thing about Honolulu is styling as a beach bum on an international island that caters to Japanese tourists.

Only in Waikiki could I meet a woman more excited than me about Shiseido Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion’s new formulation. I ran into Nordstrom when I ran out of Shiseido Ultimate Sun Protection, and a saleslady shared the news: we’ve bumped up from SPF 55 to 60. I’ll cover myself toes to forehead in sunscreen on cloudy days indoors — so you can imagine what a stronger formula of Shiseido Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion meant while bumming in a bikini on a burning beach in Honolulu.

Yes. “Bumming.” Beach bums wear Shiseido sunscreen. And semi-permanent eyelash extensions. And hundred-dollar straw hats. And sunnies built by the designer of Aristotle and Jackie O’s glasses. And a pair of Givenchy rubber cowboy boots, if I’d really wanted to celebrate my Japanese heritage while under the sun.

But I abstained.

I sported some four-inch Stella McCartney espadrilles the sales chicks at Hermès loved…

Wearing

Letarte’s deep V-neck one-piece is as close as I can find to the vintage Halston swimsuit I’m in love with, but this White Sands deep V-neck one-piece has got that body-skimming fit I’m a sucker for (check this White Sands plunge-neck one-piece on another gorgeous clothes hanger).

Plus, like the rest of White Sands’ Jungle Deluxe collection, it’s 40% off with promocode “save40″. Within minutes of my order, I received a hand-typed “Thank you” email and notice that my order had shipped. So choice…