I'm not sure if this story makes me jealous or sick. Forbes.com has announced that the world's most expensive suit was recently purchased by a "phantom" clotheshorse. The price? $100,000.00!

Aspects of the story that made me jealous:

• Suit was made of "rare materials such as Vicuna wool, which can only be shorn once every three years from the South American camelid, and Qiviuk wool, gathered from the Arctic muskox";
  
• It's being delivered in an armored Range Rover;
  
• I wish I had $100,000 to blow on a suit right about now. And don't think I wouldn't.
  

Aspects of the story that made me sick:

• $100K for a suit and it doesn't come with a vest?
• The "designer" made his fortune selling cleaning services and ringtones?
  
• There's gotta be more to it than the materials. 80 hours of handwork is impressive, but it's not an order of magnitude more than what you would get with Brioni, Kiton, or your best Savile Row tailor. What else can justify that kind of price? Are the buttons on the sleeves made of platinum? Or the lining made of Kevlar to protect you from the pitchfork-wielding masses that discover you're the guy that spent $100K on a suit during the worst economic downturn in 70 years? Or maybe the fabric changes colors depending on your mood?