Oh, dear Miu Miu Collar. You linger here, pixels on a screen, where I, your faithful observer can not touch you, nor hold you or smell you or God forbid, wear you. A yellow not quite lemon, you sit, so gracefully in a cardboard contraption worth more than an old woman's pedicure. In fact, you are scolded by old bags with scary pedicure's for your graphically naked lady-nessness. However, dear Miu Miu Collar, I like you like that. I like you yellow and naked. I like your pompous box of card. In truth, I'd rather have you embellishing for my otherwise plain neck and collarbone. Let's make friends this winter?

Source: Style Rookie