Bring on the Lycra
There are handbags out there for hundreds, even thousands of pounds. How is this sane? If I won a balenciaga or a fendi or any of the others I would just put it on ebay. I’ve no desire whatsoever to have one of these overpriced, wasteful follies dangling from my arm. Status symbol? Style statement? Work of art? Baloney. I’d get a fake.
A handbag is merely a receptacle in which to put the bits and pieces that you might need when out and about. I’d rather people noticed me than my bag.
I’m not advocating that we all adopt hessian sacks, hand woven hippie baskets or even (recently allocated anti-establishment status and therefore more contentious than fur knickers) plastic carrier bags. I’m just saying what is wrong with an ordinary £5 £10 or £15 bag from the shoe shop or high street? The owner of a fake Louis Vuitton is, in my opinion, far more sensible and savvy than the person who needs an original.
I’m not against all things designer. I can see why a £100 pair of jeans may grip your thighs in a way beyond the reach of a £3 supermarket pair. I can appreciate how a cocktail dress made from expensive fabric can hug your curves and streamline your silhouette in a manner which may just justify the 3 (or dare I say 4) figure price tag. These items work with you, become part of you. But a bag? Short of draping it ingeniously in front of your gut, I don’t see how these over priced accessories enhance you in any way. Designer bags? Get the fake and spend the extra on clothes to go with it.