Wearing: American Apparel sweater, Zara skirt, Edie Parker clutch, Larissa Hadjio fanny pack, Nike blazers, Ralph Lauren sunglasses. Photos by Naomi Shon
I’m doing this new dramatic thing in which I lift my chin and close my lips, leaving only the sight of a pea-sized hole between my upper and lowers while squinting my eyes and delivering a sex-gaze that actually more keenly resembles the beginning stages of an irreparable astigmatism.
The other thing I’m doing (see: photo #3,) is wearing a suede diamond shaped fanny-pack over my Northern (or Southern, depending on how you’re coming at it) Sanctuary and singing along to Rihanna’s Diamond. Really, now, if you’re shining bright like a diamond, there’s only one way that’s happening–right? I’m also confessing more tales of menstruation. But I digress.
My undying appreciation for small bags, which I believe started last April with a certain bordeaux-colored Celine trio, has manifested into full blown wallet/keys/spare tires (see: flat shoes) abandonment. As such, I’ve learned the importance of editing. I need a credit card and my phone–I do not need a pile of receipts that date back to 2006 and headphones that I stole from an airplane. But as always happens when comfort sets in, sometimes, one small bag just isn’t enough anymore, enter two small bags. A novel idea, really, popularized by a certain Miroslava Duma and adapted from her double cross nod to Chanel to my fancy-pack meets minaudiere nod to no one but myself.
Pros: while staying committed to small bagging, you can sustain more objects (see: tampons, lipstick, keys, handcuffs) and make a statement that says “Hello, world. I am wearing two bags and neither are beneath my eyes.”
Cons: If you’re prone to losing things, you may go home empty handed.
Pro and con: Mo’accessories, mo’problems.
