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.
In life, there are a few great equalizers: the DMV, the checkout line at Duane Reade, the Ticketmaster website the morning that Lady Gaga tickets go on sale. For celebrities, the great equalizer seems to be the airport; no matter how rich and famous they are, unless they fly on only private plans and out of private airports (and almost none of them do), legendary movie stars and reality famewhores alike need to go through security, submit their bags to X-ray machines and submit themselves to the paparazzi who endlessly trawl LAX and JFK, waiting for them to make the walk from their gate to their waiting car service.
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?
When the weather starts to get a little warmer, my mind always turns to one thing: ROADTRIP! Never mind the fact that I don’t have a car because I live in New York, or the fact that it’s not quite warm enough for a trip to any beach within driving distance to be enjoyable. My internal clock is still tuned to Spring Break, and I’m starting to get that itch to drive down to the Florida coast like we did every year in high school.