A new bag is much like a newborn baby: You spend months pondering your purchase, literally pregnant with desire for the bag. Once he is delivered, typically via Fedex, he arrives in a carefully taped and packed box, just yearning to be unwrapped. You let him free, and he wants to be held, he wants you to carry him around. He never wants to leave your side. This two way train of over the top affection only lasts so long, and then he wants you to show him off, "Instagram me, feed me, take me to dinner, take me shopping" And as a proud owner of a new 3.1 Philip Lim Pashli Satchel, I could only do those things. 

 So upon Phil's (so fondly nicknamed by my mother) first day of living, we headed to the park. 

 You have to keep him safe by your side. You have to worry about what he's touching, what he's sitting in, what he may or may not be allergic too, when you have to change his diaper shoulder strap...

(From left, Marc Jacobs, vintage,  Lulu Frost, watch - from BP at Nordstrom,  and two skinny vintage cuffs)

And then, Phil got a little tired and decided to plop down on the swing to take a rest. He whined about how hot it was and then wanted me to push him. (He wanted to feel the breeze through his handles as he held on for his dear life via his zipper pulls.) 

In addition, I've always been intrigued by the timing it takes from obtaining a new bag, treating it like a precious gem, and then becoming so familiar with it that you throw it around as if it were never a small child. Is this truly the lifespan of the bags childhood into adulthood ? Or in a more realistic sense, I suppose we become so accustomed to it that it no longer seems to need any special treatment? 

I'm wearing a black tee from Target, Zara faux denim linen shorts, Forever 21 sandals, and an H&M leopard scarf (that I DIY'd by sewing pom-pom trim on the edges)

Phil is wearing a 3.1 Philip Lim Pashli Medium Satchel c/o Otte NY

Chanel

All in the details. From first glance everything about this show seemed so Chanel, I was not bored of the classic put together glamor that is always displayed, I just yearned for something new. I claimed that  we'd seen this before, and we have. I took a look at the details photos and was of course impressed by the detail and freshness of the accessories, more particularly the bags. The globe, the boucle block bag etc etc. Also: the fur helmets, a yes in my book (or blog in this case)

Saint Laurent 

SLP has me more confused than ever. When Hedi Slimane announced the change from YSL to SLP, it just made me despise him for rebranding a classic brand, who I saw needed no change. I wanted myself not to like the new SLP, as if my distaste would prove anything. This season, sigh I'll admit I liked it for what it is, but THIS IS NOT SAINT LAURENT. In any way shape or fashion, it's not. It had detailed grungy-coolness, like a high fashion free-people. In other news Slimane attempts bringing back the denim-mini. Granted the classic YSL girl was never me, but is this the new SLP girl? 

Alexander McQueen

No words. Nun-inspired glamor. Speechless. Sarah Burton summed up Catholicism in only ten looks.

wow.

 Miu Miu

Basically a walking editorial. Take note: Dots, fur collars, knotted neckties. Also let the platform reign.

All photos Style.com 

I have this thing for babies, not necessarily human babies... but baby bags, and not baby bags (for carrying human baby things) But the spons and smaller versions of their parents. 

For Example the Givenchy Pandora Family started with a lovely large figure, and out of love came the babe. As you can see, we're lucky this happens with most iconic bags, because what better than an iconic bag than a Suri Cruise sized bag?

Balenciaga Classic Mini City Bag, Balenciaga Classic Mini Pompon, 3.1 Phillip Lim Pashli Mink Satchel, Mini Celine Tote, Givenchy Nightingale Micro Satchel, Proenza Schouler PS1 Lux Leather Mini Messenger, Alexander Wang Brenda Bag (Similar, also not really a baby, see the young one here) and the Proenza Schouler PS11 Mini Classic

Brown Bag Lunches

  I typically found an organic buckwheat peanut butter sandwich sans crust, with a triple washed organic apple and a small note "xoxo love mommy." Reminiscent of any childhood experience whether it was leaving it on the bus, or being embarrassed that it wasn't filled with the latest Lunchables. (looking back on it thanks Mom for not allowing me to eat those)

But now that Jil Sander and Celine are coming out with luxury brown bags, from coated paper to leather, I can only picture Suri Cruise and Blue Ivy opening up there lunch bags conjuring jealousy among all their peers.

Last year I made the "Brown Bag" for the SCAD Accessories Design Challenge, I wanted to include touches like the juice and raisin box pockets, and note from mom simply evoke memories from one's childhood experience, and it's just kind of fun because who doesn't like a fun lining and unexpected quirky touches?

A few weeks ago I admitted defeat as I clicked on the Alexander Wang Donna bag at the Outnet. But this morning, oh how the tables turned. I was catching up on my various end of season sale emails and as a daily ritual began checking the Barneys sale for reduced-reduced prices new merch etc. AND THERE IT WAS, except in a beautiful hue of burgundy, I was not going to suffer from "Sold Out Syndrome" twice in one season, nope absolutely not. And let me tell you, dreams really do come true boys and girls. I can hardly wait until Donna arrives knocking on my door.

Edit: Donna is a beaut.

I pictured us strolling through central park together, stopping to admire the snow or the colorful fall leaves, gently falling. I pictured us together arm in arm iceskating, or strutting down 5th Ave, admiring the store windows together. We'd ring in the new year and you'd never leave my side. From uptown, to downtown, baby we would do it all.

And then abruptly, the picturesque life we would live, suddenly ceased it's existence. Leaving my heart crumbling, how could this be happening, The Donna Alexander Wang bag sold out quicker than the swipe of my heart card. It was so close, I'd already plotted all these glorious outfits and outings around the bag. 


This one just felt so real. It wasn't like the Red Rocco that I know I can't afford. Donna would've been a steal. I felt like I was already opening it on Christmas morning, and pridefully walking through the airport on my way back to the city.

Nope. SOLD OUT. The words that made my heart burn, as little trickily tears welled in my eyes. No tears have been shed over this process, but Donna and Mr Wang, certainly put me on an emotional roller coaster this morning. And the grieving period will likely be lengthy.