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…

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…

This Alexander Wang draped back top is a calm lavender, but the naked back it frames is still stimulating. Maybe it’s our desensitization to the Hollywood Hills’ hills, maybe it’s the vulnerability of an open back, or maybe it’s just the charm of admiring a woman who’s both wildly revealing and a faceless stranger.

And maybe I should just buy this Alexander Wang draped back top…

The draped back on this Juicy Couture cropped sweatshirt is surprising, but only because it’s jarringly out of context.

What’s sexy about poorly fitting gym gear?

Apparently something, with the right label: a twice-the-price Alexander Wang draped back sweatshirt is sold out…

My closet’s pretty clear: made-to-order “KD” monogrammed shirt dresses, a rainbow of solid silk jersey racerback tank dresses (I just had one made in lavender), and plenty of satin slippers…

Consistency is underrated.

But I do like great surprises: something truly unexpected, though it feels fated. Like the backless blouses I started collecting. I especially love this Halston draped back top I bought in pewter: its high necklace melts into its blooming, body-skimming shape — which flutters open into a flash of naked back.

Endings are so important…

I’m such a sucker for simple, draping shapes. So why the hate for this NormaKamalibay shawl collar coat? I’m having a hard time clicking buy, since I’ve had a similar shawl-collared wrap coat copied into three different colors: chocolate tropical wool, bright white cotton, and a blue sueded cotton.

Wait, you’re right — I don’t own it in gray terry yet…