The Golden Globes are my favorite awards show. Not only does the convivial atmosphere make for memorable moments (Emma Thompson taking the stage with Louboutin heels and maritini in hand, anyone?), but because the Globes are ever-so-slightly less formal than the Academy Awards, attendees are a little more daring with both their dresses and, of course, their evening bags.
Evening Bags(Page 3)
Under most circumstances, we are totally on board with the girly, princess-y, totally glamourous and heavily detailed evening bags that Marchesa turns out, season after season. It’s hard to imagine a brand who makes bags that would be more perfect to carry as a fairytale bride, and spotting on on the red carpet always helps liven up the sometimes-monotonous parade of sedate evening bags.
If you’re like most of us, you probably don’t have an extensive stash of sparkly little party clutches and evening bags at the ready. During 11 months of the year, that’s not such a big tragedy, but then December comes around and hits us like a ton of bricks with its seemingly endless stream of evening get-togethers.
At first, they were simply a fashion-insider favorite. Then they were available on Moda Operandi, but only for a few days. After that, you had to contact the brand directly to order your Edie Parker Nameplate Clutch, a process which most customers shy away from in the era of depersonalized online shopping.
There’s both a roughness and relief to Fridays. On the one hand, we’ve made it this far and the weekend is within shouting distance. On the other, quite significant hand, we’re not there yet. It’s about lunchtime on the East Coast, which means that some of you are probably starting to wonder how long after lunch you’ll have to wait before you can believably feign food poisoning and leave early.
The smaller the bag, the more embellishment a designer can pile on it without worry that it’ll completely overtake any outfit with which it’s paired. That’s a basic tenet of good handbag design, and designers have taken the idea so much to heart over the past couple of seasons that we now appear to be hurtling toward the concept’s logical extreme rather quickly.
As much as I love Rick Owens’ industrial minimalism and Maison Martin Margiela’s subversive modernism, I’m an absolute fool for a girly, sparkly clutch. There’s just something about them that speaks deeply to my inner child who still harbors hopes of one day becoming a princess, even though I figured out early on that I was going to have to marry extremely well for that to happen.