This Robert Rodriguez cashmere jumpsuit is a charcoal twin to the vintage Halston cashmere jumpsuit I’m jonsing for. So why the hate? This Robert Rodriguez cashmere jumpsuit went on sale and sold out in every size but large and extra small. Anyone know where to snag one?

So I’ve realized a $2,000 vintage Halston cashmere jumpsuit is ridiculous as loungewear for a plane.

But a neon pink Stella McCartney cashmere jumpsuit? So practical, so choice…

I tried convincing myself this’d be perfect for planes, but somehow stripping down to a vintage Halston cashmere jumpsuit to walk through security doesn’t seem more appropriate than a slip of a silk jersey tank dress.

And then I’d have to peel this off in a flying bus bathroom.

Give me a couple of days and I’ll manage to rationalize why I need a museum-quality, Halston cashmere catsuit. Maybe Sundance…

Kristopher writes post titles in the third person?

Flattering and disturbing: my likeness is being used to pimp “discount” Loubies.

Of course, I’m sure Classic-Louboutin.com would blush to know I’m actually wearing Givenchy heels…

(Thanks for the tip off, Vee.)

I bought my first Hermes Herbag assuming it’d be my private pleasure. The subtler sister of a conspicuous Kelly with high-karat hardware and hand-stitching, the discontinued Hermes Herbag is pieced together with raw-edged leather, stainless steel hardware, and a rubberized canvas body. An Hermes Herbag is so confidently careless, so immodestly modest, so subtly sexy. So choice.

And apparently old chicks on Rodeo Drive, Firkin pimps on Canal Street, and dudes that pronounce the “H” in Hermes agree: everyone digs my 40cm Herbag.

Naturally, I debated burning my Hermes Herbag or buying every Hermes Herbag in existence. I’ve decided the latter is more realistic, so I snapped up this Hermes 30cm Herbag in black…

I’m so bummed this Halston ultrasuede shirt dress and its matching hat and bag are sold, though the likelihood of me covering my bobbed hair or trading my Kelly bag to wear either is low. Sometimes I want to buy beautiful things just so other people who appreciate them less can’t have them; instead of giving away or selling old clothes sometimes I just shred them to pieces.

It’s a good thing I generally don’t like pets…

I’m very vain, but I’m very lazy, which is why I stick to my uniform: smoky eyes, burgundy bob, silk jersey tank dress, Kelly bag, and satin slippers. Done.

Still, lately I’m loving Halston’s iconic ultrasuede shirt dresses — I’m a sucker for sexy texture, and ultrasuede is easier to clean than the slew of made-to-order dresses I’m always feeding sushi to.

This lavender Halston ultrasuede shirtdress is sitting at the Met, but there’s a choice purple Halston ultrasuede skirt suit on sale…

I’ve had a Norma Kamali-like shawl-collar wrap coat made into a different color for every season: chocolate tropical wool, blue sueded cotton, gray winter wool, etc…

But I’m eying this choice Halston ultrasuede robe coat.

You’re right, I need another minimalist wrap coat like I need another hand-etched, “K” initial pinky ring.

I’m buying it…