Vainness is the smell of coffee in the morning. It’s the feeling of bliss in the light of the setting sun. It’s pride and it’s humility. It’s the coolest marble and the blazing flame. It’s a burning shot of whiskey and a drink of water in the desert. It’s the stripper’s pole at the hottest night club and it’s the nun’s cross necklace at the holiest convent.

Vainness is swag with a touch of mystic.