Type LV-

Originally uploaded by lilmisstramp.
I wanted that purse. Real bad. But I'm afraid to say that Louis Vuitton has lost it...big time. I survived the Murakami cherry blossom shit, I survived the stupid multicolor monogram stuff but I'm afraid that I will not survive LV's latest weirdness.

From a distance, this purse looks like a normal LV monogram...classic...tasteful...expensive. However, venture a little closer and open it up.

For some reason, the brain surgeons over at LV decided that it would be super cool if they lined the purse in some red felt shit that makes the purse looks like you opened a vein in it while searching for your keys.

All of the new monograms have it! In fact, while buying my new LV over the holidays, I had to get the last of the regular ones. This makes me mad. Really mad. Mad enough to jump the LV ship and switch exclusively to Prada or Dior? Ehh...not yet. But LV is creeping closer to bannination.

Even though it looks like shit, I'm sure Dooney & Bourke will be copying it shortly.


A Very Special Christmas

Dear Saks Fifth Avenue,

In the true spirit of Christmas, you had a great sale yesterday online which allowed me to stealthily shop while everyone was watching Christmas movies.

$165 for a pair of Choos makes baby Jesus smile.



Unhemmed pants can kill, people.

So when I got to work today, looked in the mirror and was utterly unimpressed with my outfit. The black pants which had been my staple black pants for so long, now were too baggy and I looked like crap. So I did the only thing I knew to do... I went to Banana Republic and bought a new pair of pants.

Now Banana's pants have like a 36 inch inseam or some shit and I always, always, always need them hemmed. In fact, only gigantresses like Coastel don't need them hemmed. But this was an EMERGENCY and I had pretty high heels on so I thought it would be OK if the pants lightly grazed the ground for one day only.

And you know what, they were ok, for most of the day. However, when I got home and I was walking out to my car, somehow the high heel of my shoe got caught up in the extra length.


I ate shit like a champ because I couldn't get the heel unstuck. Luckily (not really) the door frame to the garage was right in front of me, so I crashed right into it.

Now I have a sexy red welt on my head, a bruised knee and a cut arm. Thanks Banana and your fucking huge inseams.