Thursday, September 17, 2009

there in the crook of your arm...

For some, it's shoes. For others, it's jewelry. For me, it's handbags. If you ask SUILTSOY, the right handbag can change your life.

If you don't believe me, you just haven't found yours yet. And trust me, when it happens, you'll know.

I honestly don't remember the first time my eyes fell upon the Louis Vuitton Speedy 30. I think it must have been delivered to my consciousness by sartorial osmosis. As I've grown, my fashion tastes have grown with me, obviously, but the Speedy has always been there. The classic lines, the supple leather, and that timeless LV monogram are things that never stopped appealing to me.

A few weeks before my 21st birthday, my mom called me. I remember distinctly that I was languishing on a couch in my room at my sorority, idly working on some french homework...

"Hi honey. How are you?"

"Hi mom. Fine, thanks. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering, In a perfect world, "

"The Louis Vuitton Speedy size 30! And... A digital camera!" I blurted out hysterically.

"Oh, is that all?" my mom said sarcastically. But it was. For some reason, at that moment, I was compelled to reveal my secret, selfish, I-know-it-will-never-happen birthday wish.

The night of my birthday, my parents came down to my college to visit me, and we were out to dinner with a few of my best girlfriends. The food was wonderful and we were all having a great time. My mom gave me a small box from Nordstrom that contained a beautiful pair of earrings. They were very lovely.

Then it happened. My dad reached down under the table and pulled out a chocolate brown box with a brown satin ribbon tied around it. Etched into the box were the words that made my heart skip a beat. If I were a cartoon, i think my irises would have become hearts and I would have begun drooling like a dog: LOUIS VUITTON.

I looked at my mom sitting next to me, and I think I almost started to cry. She smiled at me and glanced down at the box encouragingly. I gingerly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box. There, resting on top of its camel-colored duster bag, folded neatly and flat, was the Speedy.

Running my hands along the top handles, tracing the monogram with my fingers, I hardly realized that my parents had gotten me a sexy little digital camera as well. I had fallen in love.

I'd fallen for a bag before (a Fendi baguette I snatched up from the July soldes in Paris when I was 17), and I've fallen for a bag since (my Les Petites carry-all, also purchased in Paris, which i affectionately call, The Paris Bag). But there has been no love like the LV Speedy. Something about the luxury, the gesture of the gift and the feeling of toting it around in the crook of my arm is like nothing else.

I was reminded of that fashion milestone in my life when I was browsing Jak & Jil Blog the other day. Amidst the photos of insane shoes and Voguettes, was this:

"EVERYDAY DURING THE MEN’S COLLECTIONS, I WOULD ENVIOUSLY STARE AT GARANCE’S NAVY LOUIS VUITTON ‘DAY’ BAG BY SOFIA COPPOLA. IT JUST WAS THE IDEAL EVERYDAY BAG AND IN MY CASE, IT WOULD HAVE MADE THE PERFECT CAMERA BAG. SHE MAY HAVE DUG QUITE DEEP INTO HER POCKETS TO ADOPT THE “BAG OF HER LIFE” BUT ONCE I LAID EYES ON THE RICH NAVY LEATHER AND FELT THE PEARL GREY SUEDE LINING, I WAS TOTALLY SOLD AND KNEW WHY SHE FELL HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH IT. THE TIMELESSNESS OF THE BAG IS MOST THE LUXURIOUS QUALITY. J’ADORE!"

*Garance's post about her new bag is delightful. Voila.

Seeing Garance's chicly mismatched outfit and that absolutely perfect LV by Sofia Coppla bag...I felt my heart flutter a little. Navy leather? Grey suede lining? A shoulder strap? I have a new crush. Having a crush on that bag though, is like having a crush on the quarterback of your high school football team. It's totally unreasonable, will probably never amount to anything, and very distracting during study hall - er - work.

Some might say that this is just gross, material-girl consumerism; that getting this much joy out of an accessory is sad and disgusting. However, I don't think that some reads SUILTSOY. Am I right? I'll admit right here and now that my handbag is pretty much my life. It holds my plans, my connections to the world, my music, a few secrets, and sometimes, my whole damn computer. I take it everywhere, and wear it more than even my favorite pair of J Brands.

So why shouldn't I be completely, head-over-heels, can't-keep-my-hands-off-it in love with my bag?

The Birkin. The Muse. The Spy. The 2.55. Go ahead and fall in love, I dare you.

xoxo

1 comment:

  1. I remember this night, even my heart skipped a beat! The best loves of my life have been great bags...

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