You can’t get any more designer-delicious than this madly stylish little house, all covered in Louis Vuitton logos as if it were a fabulous rash. And it looks perfectly legit, not like the knockoff shit you get on Canal Street!
I’m going to pack my cheap ensembles from Conway’s and KMart pronto and move my festive ass right in there with Marc Jacobs, where we will rule the world from our label-queen thrones.
And don’t even get me started on what I’m going to do with that giant lipstick in front of the house!
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 22, 2009