I've fallen in love, again. I love love love Louis Vuitton (total guilty pleasure). It's crazy. For all I know Louis is the biggest a$$hole on the planet, but I spend an unhealthy amount of time searching for one of his overpriced pieces of canvas and leather the size of a placemat. So why? I ask myself that every time I come dangerously close to clicking "place order". What are you doing, this is the cost of a plane ticket to California, I yell at myself. So I don't click.