And I will. Starting right now. But I had no choice with this Helmut Lang top; we had history. I fell in love with it last spring, but it came only in this institutional blue-y white that made me look like I was wearing a pillowcase. I was disappointed, but also not. Because sometimes, isn’t it kind of a relief when when a fantastic piece that costs more than you wish it did falls flat in the dressing room, and temptation just slips away? Today, however, as I was flipping through the racks at the Helmut Lang store on Madison Avenue (where I only was because I had a doctor’s appointment nearby! Swear!) I saw it in black. And in black, it is a triumph: sexy, slouchy, I-just-naturally-look-this-cool-all-the-time perfection.