Ah...Hermes! Totally a dream...Birkin and Kelly, aren't the most coveted bags?! They are the summa of the chic you can add to embellish your look. Exude glamour evoking past divas, they are like a jewel, charged of history, in the hands of a classy-uptown girl.
But Hermes, you know, represents overall a sort of goal of success and status of a working-woman. It's a symbol, an object with an intrinsic value. It's said you don't have to get it before 30 years old.
It's not yet the right moment for me, in the future who knows?! I think it's something you have to earn only as times goes by. I wish I deserved it.
For now let's try to close the eyes and imagine colour, shape and materials among the unnumbered ranges of this dream. And then keep this vision as a secret wish.
Couldn't be the awaiting cathartic? If I will be able to have it in my hands, at the end, am not so sure I'd buy it...at least new immaculate. It's something that can't be kicked around, right? So where is the fun?
Pictures from The Coveteur (Stephanie Winston Wolkoff's closet)