
I'm not a big coveter. I tend to be satisfied with my lot in life, immensely happy about it even. Gratitude is my gig (or at least I try awfully hard for it to be). Yet, every once in a while the green monster rears his ugly head.
Like, say, earlier this year when I was shooting my lovely and amazing friend Annika for D Moms, and she pulled out the (insanely gorgeous) collection of Hermès scarves that her mother had handed down to her over the years. Holy hell, the beauty... I may have even blacked out for a second.
Friends, I was jealous. Do not pass go; do not collect $200.


Ever since witnessing Annika's trove of Hermès, I've harbored a secret fantasy of some long-lost relative contacting me out of the blue to tell me that they've been amassing Hermès scarves their entire life and can't go on another day without bequeathing them to me. Once in my possession, I swiftly take the booty to the framer to work up some action similar to what Emilia de Poret and Yasumichi Morita have going above.

And since we're fantasizing... As the whole scene unfolds, I also miraculously adopt the insanely chic but totally effortless stance of the trio of Hermès silk-studio employees above. (What is it about French girls that they can make a black sweater + jeans look like the most brilliant outfit of. all. time.??)



Hmm...