This would righteously be categorized as a "Rachel Zoe" moment. While your counterparts are fixated on world-class matters, you seem too infatuated with a piece of cloth, in some cases a piece of art (materialistic nonetheless), jostle your way through, extend your arms so your assistants can assist you with the piece, accommodate while you look at your reflection in the mirror and exhale, "I die". Life simple pleasures, implying you resource with over $2k to squander on an epicurean, perfectly constructed Lanvin coat of the season. Impeccably preened to take over the world. Lucas and Alber let's celebrate. Cheers!