This week saw me search high and low: from sample sales to department store sales; from ebay to online shops and everywhere I looked were handbags which were just ‘not right’. Either too boring for words, or too ridiculously OTT, even some that they wouldn’t hold a lipstick, credit card and phone – surely the baseline prerequisite for an evening bag?..
My search began as I am going to the couture shows in Paris for the first time next week and while in that the heat is on moment of anxiety, I felt with all too much certainty, that my happiness lay in the momentary fix of buying a new bag. Of course I partly jest: of course my happiness lies far more in my baby’s cuddles, or picking raspberries at out allotment. But… well there is that certain rush of adrenalin and pleasure which comes from an all time perfect purchase.
Nothing however felt right: unless I wanted to spend huge amounts. I don’t find pleasure in spending huge amounts. Fact. As a stylist, I am lucky enough to be gifted, discounted, or privy to numerous sample sales. Spending £5000 on a handbag would not make me happy; and might well end in divorce.
On entering the Prada store on Bond Street, I bumped into the lovely Johnny Blue Eyes, there with his assistant Savannah to prep for his client Lana Del Rey. We spoke of my dilemma and he suggested vintage. Hmmm, I thought let me see… Back home I looked online, and chanced upon a shop close to home I had been to once before in The Stables in Camden Market. The next day, with baby, buggy and 18 year old god daughter Zoe in tow, we went into the subterranean world that now makes up The Stables: Dukey literally cried seeing the techno pumping gateway to hell on our way down, but the people at Vintage Design Paradise (http://www.vintagedesignparadise.co.uk/index.php) could not have been nicer. From dancing with Dukey to ska, to taking the time to talk me through their lovely array of pristine condition bags, several of which I liked: Dukey thought the Pollini the nicest – it’s sheen, always a winner with babies – who love shiny things. Finally I saw a ‘vintage’ Lacroix and knew this was my bag. Zoe knew it, I knew it and given it’s love heart handle motif I am sure Dukey knew it (am training his eye: start ’em young, pray for an architect son…). I worked for Lacroix as a stylist and have always loved the spirit of the house: with it’s partly awry beauty, this felt like the right fit. Though there is a rather beautiful more orthodox Gucci classic, which might similarly have my name on it…