A hooded mini romper in sheer chiffon is certainly one way to raise awareness about breast cancer.

20% of sales of Fair Verona’s Bellini romper are donated to the “Save the Ta-Tas” breast cancer awareness foundation, as is 100% of any pretense towards elegance…

When I bother to put on a bra, the only ones I wear are Marlies Dekkers‘.  And though I usually stick to black and nude lingerie, it’s hard to pass up Marlies Dekkers Pink Ribbon 2011 bra and thong. Marlies Dekkers is the only thing better than naked, unless you’re wearing Spanx. And if you’re wearing Spanx, please keep wearing them…

So sad these Manolo Blahnik slippers in black velvet and red boa trim are a size too small.

Looks like I’m going to have to get all Brothers Grimm Cinderella stepsisters on my hobbit feet…

I’ve always wanted to wear black marabou slippers, and sliding them on as soon as I walk into Kristopher Dukes, Inc.’s 1929 Spanglish headquarters feels perfect.

So does the fact that my name is Kristopher, I’m attracted to men, and I live near West Hollywood…

Hermès limited-edition “So Black” Kelly 32 retourne bag, with black box leather and black hardware.

I dig this so much I didn’t even want to blog it…

Sorry I went missing.  I’ve been busy holidaying, restyling my anti-badware blog, Faster, PC! Clean! Clean!, and –

Heavily researching Form 3, a new waterproof, rechargeable vibrator that Jimmyjane mailed me.

Form 3 is Jimmyjane’s latest, and the vibe vibes with the adult luxury line’s usual elegant minimalism: an iPodesque charging dock, a subtle settings switch, and form-is-function design that curves Form 3 into an extension of your hand.

I’m afraid I’ll need to dedicate a few more weeks to lonely R&D…

Despite leopard spotting every runway, it’s a timeless print.  Espesh in silk cut into a simple robe.

This is my holiday gift to Major Dukes, my German Shepherd.  My wearing this — and some Giuseppe mules — on his morning walk ought to provide him with a classic Hollywood crazy to bark at.

And, no, I don’t mean me…

I just received Vivienne Tam’s “Butterfly Lovers” netbook (thank you, HP). Vivienne Tam’s latest digital clutch is as light as its butterfly looks but heavy with features, making for the double happiness (双喜) stamped on the keyboard. Glowing in brushed gold, the netbook’s as charming and smart as Ms. Tam, whom I had the luck of latte’ing with months ago.

So how is it I’m left wanting?

I need to Hackintosh it…

Did you miss me as much as I missed you?

I’ve returned from roadtripping across Los Angeles, Sedona, the Grand Canyon, and Vegas. And back. Finally.

I fell in love with the desert palette’s seamlessness: how the sand smudges into the dusty pink sky, which melts into the purple-blue of the creeping night, which dissolves into the smoke-black mountains to the east, with silhouettes that echo the outlines of burning clouds in the west…

The Grand Canyon was unbelievable, but Sedona’s beauty is better: it has a scale you can grasp, with buildings formed for pleasure, instead of bowing to a giant slash in the earth.

We stayed at L’Auberge de Sedona Resort, which I picked for its dining room on the creek. It’s those unnaturally white tablecloths against the muddy creek that sold me. Nature is best as a contrast to the urbane…

I’ve a good enough imagination to imagine I’ve a good enough imagination.

So what’s so choice, so cheeky chic about these Agent Provocateur “finger cuff” rings?

Stuff like this vibes Emperor Wears No Clothes — am I supposed to pretend to be blown away since only the stupid don’t see the invisible duds?

I can’t imagine…