Hermès Birkin 30, red shiny crocodile
Shiny porosus crocodile in a red that photographs like lacquer, gold hardware. Never in the window; always by allocation.
Not a shopping list: these are the things I would love to be given. Some can be bought online, and the link is on the card. For the rest, or if you would rather it came from you, use Gift this and I will write back with where to send it, so nothing arrives twice. If you would rather not choose, you can also send a gift directly.
Shiny porosus crocodile in a red that photographs like lacquer, gold hardware. Never in the window; always by allocation.
Matte alligator in the softest pink Hermès makes, palladium hardware. The smaller one, for evenings.
Niloticus crocodile that fades from smoke to pearl, with diamond-set hardware. The one at the top of every list, including mine.
A Birkin given a second life in crystal, leopard from handle to base. One of one; there is no shop for this.
Black matte crocodile with a leopard painted by hand across the front. Commissioned, not bought.
Patent leather in that blue, with the gold sacred heart. The bag I would carry when nothing else is needed.
Nineteen-sixties Serpenti: the coiled necklace, the bracelet and the earrings, emerald eyes. Found at auction, never in a boutique.
The articulated snake in yellow gold with a diamond head, and the bracelet that matches it. High jewellery, arranged with the maison.
The long Magic Alhambra necklace in white gold and diamonds, and the Between the Finger ring beside it.
One oval diamond, two beside it, nothing else. Priced by the stone.
A radiant cut on a pavé band, with the slim band that goes next to it. The setting is the link; the stone is the conversation.
White enamel, gold H. The one piece on this list I would wear every single day.
The small Panthère in white gold, paved edge to edge. The watch I have wanted since I first saw one.
An oval on a rigid bangle, every surface paved. Cartier's quietest shape, in its loudest version.
Black satin, a gilded baroque heel and a red rose at the toe. A pair I have only ever seen in a vitrine.
Mirror-gold platforms with a thin ankle strap. Made for one kind of evening.
The same platform in red. With the black dress, obviously.
Floor-length Russian sable in silver-brown, horizontal panels, wide collar. A furrier's commission rather than a purchase.
Golden sable to the floor, with the shawl collar. The warmest thing I can imagine owning.
The gold bottle in its black case, in a size that needs two hands. For a night that deserves it.
A black hat box of deep red roses with a white ribbon. The gift that always works, sent to the studio.
A bear made of red roses holding a heart of white ones, life-size. Ridiculous, and I want one.
White cabinetry, a brass-trimmed professional range and marble to the hood. A kitchen I would actually cook in.
Cream enamel with gold handles and knobs, two ovens stacked. The retro line from Küppersbusch.
A gilded Louis XV frame in leopard velvet. For the corner of the studio where I do my face.
A Brabus G 63, and inside it, that blue on every surface. The interior is the wish; the car is the excuse.
A Murciélago wrapped in gold leopard, doors up. A show car; there is no order form for this one.
Black on black, the long bonnet and the lit grille. The only car on this list that is actually in a showroom.
If you would like a piece from this list photographed and worn properly, that is a collaboration rather than a gift. The formats, the categories I take on and how I work are all on the collaborations page.