Hello. Our name is Alec, and we're a label whore.
We can't help it, we love Hermes. Even if this same orange blanket can be found elsewhere for a tenth of the price (this part cashmere beauty is $1000.00), the thought of a life where anything Hermes thrown over the back of a club chair or bench just thrills us.
Please don't hate us. We know it's sick -- and we don't mean sick as in "hot" or "phat" or "dope", just plain ol' wrong. But you know how sometimes being wrong feels so right? At least we can admit that we have a problem, and isn't that the first step?