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It's time like these (and bags as weak-knee inducing as these) that cause me to curse the sense of decency of whatever greater force it was that plonked me onto the 'poor side' of my family. Ah, I sit here and imagine how my life could be. A gene pool with a dusting of frivolity and the means to have Apc, Acne, Margaret Howell, Rachel Comey and these little Olympia Le-Tan wonders punctuating my wardrobe. Alas, all in all I don't think I have it that bad. A Granny with an erotic blog and impeccable eye, a Mother with an admirable intolerance of bullshit, and a lovingly flaky Father (whose wallet has the ability to compress and expand more often than an Accordion.) My own finances shall have to patiently consider the sacrifices.
But I digress, because in short I wish to stop each and every one of you for a moment or two. Breath deeply, unhunch your shoulders and marvel at these fine, fine bags. They give a new meaning to 'Book bags' (remember those little plastic velcroed totes provided when at Primary School?) and their perfectly rectangular shape has me wanting to fill them to the brim. Pens in pockets, some mini fragrance dispensers and perhaps a politely sized apple in the far corner for my own nod to bookbags of years past. Please ignore any past utterances from my direction regarding shoes trumping bags, because evidentally I had not laid my eyes on these.
The icing on the literary cake? They are lined with Liberty print fabric. Yeah, I know. And word has it our dear Chloe Sevigny specially requested a Moby Dick version be made. If like me, the idea of finding £900 (which is around the mark at which they'll be retailing) to fund such a want seems a little impossible, then why, take my hand and we may mourn together.
Olympia Le-Tan
It's time like these (and bags as weak-knee inducing as these) that cause me to curse the sense of decency of whatever greater force it was that plonked me onto the 'poor side' of my family. Ah, I sit here and imagine how my life could be. A gene pool with a dusting of frivolity and the means to have Apc, Acne, Margaret Howell, Rachel Comey and these little Olympia Le-Tan wonders punctuating my wardrobe. Alas, all in all I don't think I have it that bad. A Granny with an erotic blog and impeccable eye, a Mother with an admirable intolerance of bullshit, and a lovingly flaky Father (whose wallet has the ability to compress and expand more often than an Accordion.) My own finances shall have to patiently consider the sacrifices.
But I digress, because in short I wish to stop each and every one of you for a moment or two. Breath deeply, unhunch your shoulders and marvel at these fine, fine bags. They give a new meaning to 'Book bags' (remember those little plastic velcroed totes provided when at Primary School?) and their perfectly rectangular shape has me wanting to fill them to the brim. Pens in pockets, some mini fragrance dispensers and perhaps a politely sized apple in the far corner for my own nod to bookbags of years past. Please ignore any past utterances from my direction regarding shoes trumping bags, because evidentally I had not laid my eyes on these.
The icing on the literary cake? They are lined with Liberty print fabric. Yeah, I know. And word has it our dear Chloe Sevigny specially requested a Moby Dick version be made. If like me, the idea of finding £900 (which is around the mark at which they'll be retailing) to fund such a want seems a little impossible, then why, take my hand and we may mourn together.
Olympia Le-Tan
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