Tomorrow, I set off for a week in Georgia to visit my family and attend my college’s spring football scrimmage, so I’ve been thinking a lot about travel bags in lieu of, you know, actually packing a travel bag. They’re the unsung heroes of the leather goods industry – they do a lot of work, and none of it is in optimal conditions, no matter how many ads leather goods brands show us that depict beautiful Italian men loading immaculate weekenders into the back seats of vintage convertibles.
[Editor's Note: Over the next two weeks, while we celebrate Christmas and New Year's with our families and friends, we'll be adding some of our most popular posts of the past few years to our daily coverage, updated with new photos and information. Because today is one of the busiest travel days of the year, we'll start off with this new-and-improved look at how celebrities travel with their Louis Vuitton Luggage.]
Say you’re a person who owns a lot of designer bags. (That shouldn’t be too much of a stretch, if you’re already here.) You’re probably used to a certain level of quality and luxury in the things you carry, and when it comes time to get on a plane, you probably find your luggage a little bit underwhelming. Black Samsonite is functional and reasonably durable, of course, but the thrill just isn’t there.
I went to the beach this weekend. On the surface, that sounds simple enough, but I am not a regular beach-goer. I’ve always loved the ocean, but I tend to be too much of a city-dweller to make it there with any regularity, and as of this weekend’s trip, it had been nearly two years since my most recent previous beach jaunt, and along with that, the last time I packed a beach bag.
When fashion writers talk about travel, we’re mostly concerned with what you’re going to take and what you’re going to put it in. Our advice ends where your trip begins, and after that, you’re largely on your own. Anyone who’s actually been on vacation, especially to the beach, knows that’s insufficient – packing to get home takes way more skill than packing to leave home.
Let me guess: it’s already Monday, and this wasn’t the weekend you fulfilled your fantasy of going on a spontaneous weekend road trip to the nearest beach or beach-like area. I feel ya – I didn’t do that this weekend, either. There’s always next weekend, though, and the weekend after that; in fact, spring and summer are full of weekends in which I might become the spontaneous beach-goer I would sincerely like to be.
If you attended an American college in the last decade or so, then you’ve probably had a Longchamp bag in your life at some point. Even if you didn’t own one (I never had the urge), you probably knew a slew of girls who swore by theirs as a constant companion during time on campus. Plenty of ladies have graduated their Longchamp nylon totes into utilitarian post-collegiate work-wear as well, but until today, I had no idea that the company also made men’s bags.
I had the distinct pleasure of inspecting some of Thom Browne’s leather goods up close a few months ago, and they’ve been on my mind ever since. Browne’s entire line is known for strict tailoring and painstaking attention to detail, and he carries that same meticulous nature over into his tightly edited collection of bags and travel pieces for men. I only wish that more designers were inclined to do the same.
If ever there were something that’s worthy of the label “fashion person problem,” it’s the difficulty in keeping your American, British, Italian and French currencies separate during the month-long seasonal jaunt through the world’s four flagship Fashion Week’s. (Ok, strictly speaking, there are only three currencies at play here – France and Italy are both on the euro. But, whatever, just go with it.
Winter seems to be playing hide-and-go-seek with those of us in New York; it was a balmy 67 degrees yesterday afternoon while today is back in the 50s, as if Mother Nature is actually toying with us. Once the calendar turns to April, though, my glee for spring can hardly be contained. If I will myself to believe it’s warm outside, I don’t actually need a jacket, right?