I think my first purse (circa age five) was about the size of the green Simon Miller bag above. It held some rocks I collected, an old chapstick, and loose jellybeans I stole one by one from the candy bowl. Not exactly the purse of a sophisticated lady, but damn did I think I was someone special carrying around those oddities for no apparent reason.
Fast forward a few decades and that tiny purse has ballooned into a massive work bag. I’m so ready to kick it to the curb. It actually gave me a bruise on my shoulder the other day. A bruise! It hates me. I hate it.
Enter le micro.
I mean, how cute are they? It’s almost like holding a puppy, no? Or at least when I held these purse puppies in the studio I made similar cooing noises that I make when holding puppies.
Then I noticed some co-workers staring at me. So I stopped. Put down the bag. And backed away. (Obvioulsy pretending nothing weird just happened)
But it’s okay if you coo at these. I won’t tell anyone.
Top, No. 21 top; pants, No. 21 pants; bag, Simon Miller.
Bag, IMAGO-A; Top, Joseph shirt; pants, Lacoste pants.
Jacket, Tibi jacket; top, Nili Lotan; pants, Nili Lotan; bag, Yuzeffi.
Top, Miaou; skirt, Miaou; bag, Maryam Nassir Zadeh
Jacket, Adam Selman; shirt, Adam Selman; shorts, Adam Selman shorts; bag, Hunting Season.