I want to live in the J. Crew catalogue. Seriously. Either that, or Anthropologie. Urban Outfitters is a close third. But J. Crew does it for me every time. Maybe it’s my nostalgia for an ‘80s childhood, but there’s something about the way they put together those skinny jeans with those cute little blazers that gets me all hot and bothered. It’s like fashion porn: When the catalogue hits the doorstep, I swoop for it, hiding it under my arm and away from the prying eyes of my kids, and then stash it under the old New Yorkers in the bathroom.