The year 2069. Octogenarian woman sits in armchair.
You know, I can still remember the very first handbag given to me by my grandmother.
It was from Reece Hudson’s debut collection, and I giddily slung the canteen-style bag across my body. I’ll never forget the collection’s unexpectedly chic black licorice and chocolate color combos, subtly androgynous gunmetal hardware, and soft lambskin and python that felt, as Grams used to say, like buttah.
I remember thinking that designer Reece Solomon must be someone really special to have dreamed up those bags, all hand-cut and stitched in NYC. I know mine cost a pretty penny, but the classic shape and clean design made it an heirloom — and keep my granddaughters visiting.
They know who holds the purse strings.
Wait, wait! There’s more! Don’t miss our list of the week’s best sample sales (like Opening Ceremony, Catherine Malandrino, and Rachel Comey). Some start today, so get out there and scrap already.
Photo: Ben Fink Shapiro / Courtesy of Reece Hudson