And yet, embarrassing as it is to admit it, I am currently in the throes of this monomania. The item? A piece of the latest Louis Vuitton/Takashi Murakami collaboration...Monogramouflage...which, in my mind, was going to be tough (yet feminine)...Sergent Benjamin meets haute couture...amusing and earthy and luxe...plus, a chance to add to my collection of Murakami ephemera.
Then I stopped by my local Louis Vuitton store and was...severely disappointed. Though I only saw a bag...and the object of my affection was an over-sized scarf...the colors were washed-out...sad. I left disillusioned.
And yet...and yet...a part of me still wants that (hideously expensive) scarf. What is going on here? The madness has to stop.
Maybe you're in love with the idea, and not the execution. Or the potential.
ReplyDeleteIt's not working for me... but if you want the scarf.... I'd say go with the instinct...
ReplyDeleteenc - got it in one...I'm in love with an idea...a terribly, terribly expensive idea...
ReplyDeleteIn psychiatry, monomania (from Greek monos, one, and mania, mania) is a single pathological preoccupation in an otherwise sound mind.[1] Emotional monomania is that in which the patient is obsessed with only one emotion or several related to it; intellectual monomania is that which is related to only one kind of delirious idea or ideas.
ReplyDeletecolon cleanse