After a recent purchase of an Acne's modern take on a vintage vanity case, I've sort of began taking a liking to bags of the hard-cased variety. As much as one can fantasies about coveting a Chanel No.5 bottle bag or Olympia Le-Tan embroidered book clutch, I've settled for a much more, humbling alternative (for now at least). A few weeks ago while I was back in Hong Kong, a friend and I stumbled aimlessly into one of those mini-malls packed full of brand-less boutiques that allegedly import clothes and beauty products from Japan and Korea (though many items I suspect are from China, but let's not 'go there'). Amongst the midst of a pile of sparkly and bordering tacky over-crystal adorned clutches, I came across a plexi box that perhaps looked much better just purely by comparison to its neighboring whores. To disprove that, I airlifted it out of that god-forsaken mess and scrutinized it. The verdict? I didn't hate it, which means, I may kinda-sorta-maybe-perhaps-possibly not-not want to have it. Plus finding out it was only around 60USD and further reduced to about 50 bucks, it was a no-brainer. The store clerk need not convince me with 'facts' that it was imported exclusively from Tokyo, or that there was only one left 'cause it was so popular blah blah info that meant to make the piece more 'desirable' (don't you just hate it when they try to do that when you yourself already is doing mental pros vs cons). The fact was that I already checked off enough boxes in my mind to reach for a credit card, and sign the bill that made it legally mine. So there you have it, my newly adopted floral clutch/shoulder bag, ain't she a beaut! She'd fit right in with my little library here in my New York home.
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