I have always wanted a vintage Chanel bag. Doesn't every single girl the whole world over?
Yet my desire flies in the face of everything I love about seeking out the unique, finding and wearing the hitherto unfound. As much as I am beguiled by the soft criss crossed leather, the swinging gold chain and the evocative logo I fight against my instincts because Young British Designer is all about finding the Chanels of tomorrow. Whilst obviously appreciating all that has gone before.
Yesterday we unwrapped the new J.W.Anderson Pre-Fall Collection. We had ordered some bags but were yet to see them up close. Three oversized clutches. One black, one white, one patent burgundy.
But in real life.
I've never wanted to hug a bag before. These bags are utterly sumptuous. And despite being J.W.Anderson cool they are eminently tactile. Softest buttery leather quilting on the white and black versions. Aerated patent leather shine on the burgundy one.
And not only beautiful but also practical. Fitting for iPad, laptop, notepad, makeup bag, wallet, Fifty Shades of Grey or Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath. Two grab handles and itís tucked under your arm, into your body. Irretrievably yours.
Touch it, feel it, carry it, love it. Pass it on to your grand-daughter.
I want one more than Chanel. Or at the very least as well as Chanel.
But which colour?