Back when everyone was carrying purses the size of a house, I remember seeing a photo of Katie Holmes wearing what can only be described as the mother of all Birkins. The style blog that posted it made fun of it; they questioned whether Katie carried it so Tom could crawl inside and take impromptu naps. I laughed (guilty as charged). Everyone was sick of enormous, body-sized sacks. And then, I switched to a metal clutch the size of a brick, which inevitably weighs just as much as one (the "golden brick," I call it) because while I like to think of myself as someone who can pare down, let's be honest, I have serious trouble! For me, an exercise in "paring down" is more like an exercise in squishing down. I ask myself: would it be possible to fold my magazine into fours? Slice the edges off? Lip balm, in the dead of winter? My friend is carrying it! And cash...oh, forget about it! Who even carries that anymore?
But, after a long hiatus, I've begun to start thinking about big 'ol bags again. It's sort of nice to be able to carry around a laptop and a book, a pair of sunglasses, an ipod, AND a lipstick sometimes, isn't it? It feels so indulgent! I'm living large... why YES, I have a chapstick, and NO, it's not melting in my pocket!!
It's also great to be able to wear a bag, and by that, I don't just mean carry it, but I mean, drape it around you like a dress, use it like a blanket on the train, hide behind it when you run into an ex... It's decadent, it feels good. Like big furniture in a little room. (I know there was a designer who said it makes women look dainty... who was that?!)
So this is my take on the big, fabulously luxurious, delightfully over the top bag. It's made of leather, it's hand painted, and the chains are solid brass. It's lined in a combo of linen and leather. When a bag is big, I like it to feel substantial.
The leather, in the process of being painted. Some of you might remember a similar image from a while back...I originally made a pillow like this, from which I came up with the idea for this bag.
And, wearing it. Which brings me to another thought. Is matching (nails, shoes, bag, at its most extreme) really terrible? I used to be repulsed by it, but now, I don't know, I'm feeling the allure.