I love irony in high fashion - especially the destruction of conventional beauty, whether that's my graffitied Prada painting from Fluorescent Palace, a dripping Chanel logo on a grimy brick wall, or my favorite piece of art at the Tate Modern - a bare canvas with a red gash. So when my gold "Fuck Off" necklace from new boutique label Bunnies in LA arrived, I couldn't be more delighted. While broadcasting profanity was never my cup of tea (no thanks, UNIF tees), this inscription is so subtle that it can only be seen up close. From the average distance of interaction, it's barely noticeable.