First thing I want today: this ADORABLE sun bag:

Normally I find Kate Spade to be a total preppy snoozefest. But this Alexander Girard bag has Miami Beach Bubbie plastered all over it, and I totally have an inner Bubbie who'll someday be wearing garish pant suits with humungo faux rhinestones, topped by a safari-style button-down with the sleeves rolled up, cinched with one these:

Oh yes. I certainly did. Anyway, I'll carry this bag. (Tons of 'em on ebay!) Until then, I give it T-minus 2 sec. until some chick with stringy hair and smeared eyeliner rolls down Bedford Avenue wearing one of those t-shirt slides.
Okay, more wants:
Outrageously $$$ Chloe boots. Here's the real-deal, Black AmEx version:

Here's the Visa versions:


And finally, the Discover card versions:

It's the money shot, y'all!

Lastly, here's something I snapped a camfone shot of yesterday that I definitely did not want nor need to see:

Dudes. Why? Why, why, why, WHY? Animal prints are super great when they're reserved for the special ocassion fun leopard-print trench or car coat:

But A GIRAFFE PRINT ON YOUR ASS? Unless you're doing some sort of promotion for Toys R Us (and I don't know why on earth you would be) that's just downright indecent.