I need the seriously soignée Aston Martin DBS Volante for open-air touring, specially custom colored in British racing green. Such a vehicle is a fine replacement for my broken-down money-guzzling ’95 Mercedes wagon. If the Goldman Sachs boys have gobbled up all the available Volantes, I guess I’d settle for a sweet little Jaguar XKR convertible. It’s a relief that this isn’t real life and I don’t have to pay a whit of attention to fuel efficiency.
Speaking of cars, an Hermès Croc Bugatti purse in 90 percent bitter cacao brown might be too showy for the Lexington Avenue subway, but it’s so divine I just want to look at it as an “objet” when I open the closet door.
Albert K has a plethora of the kind of earrings that make great investments, should you ever lose all your savings. I’ll take the JAR-inspired black diamond ones. In fact, I actually did tuck a pair into my bag, when Albert graciously said, “I want you to have them. Pay me when you make money again.” I took them back a couple of hours later because who knows when that will be? Plus, Con Ed gets first dibs on whatever comes over the transom.
A decade’s worth of white no-iron Land’s End shirts, $44.95 or less when they go on sale once a year… great fit, nice buttons, makes you feel crisp and ready for whatever comes your way—and you never know what the hell that might be.
Citarella’s aged balsamic is $24.95 for a smallish bottle and worth every penny. Ditto Bistro Blends white truffle essence, combined with olive oil, for $23. In pre-MF days, I doused fresh burrata with it for dinner parties, but as one who gains weight just by looking at such stuff, this is one area I’m glad to be a PoRC.
I own a couple of the most fabulous I Pezzi Di Pinti shawls, but my fantasy is to have one in every color. Since you can order any hue you want, I’d need a new apartment in which to store them. A smartly designed one-bedroom at 21 Elizabeth Street would do the trick.
Don’t get me started on cameras! I want at least five new ones. I make my living using them in the studio, but the one I’d like to stash in my Hermés Bugatti would be the new Canon S90 (around $400). It takes great pictures and also has (not what you may think they are) RAW files, as well.
I’d love a Damien Hirst skateboard deck, plus some wheels, propped in a corner of my studio for the cool factor, since I am not very.
A case of Dom would be much appreciated, as the last of my pre-meltdown cache was popped open to celebrate the day the MF was sentenced to 150 years in prison.
Lastly and best of all—a gorgeous, smart, hunky, witty, kind, near-sighted sugar daddy with an Amex black card to make my fantasies into reality…
Well, we can all dream, can’t we? Happy Holidays from the Baglady, aka PoRC,
aka FS (Fantasy Shopper).
