May 1, 2012 |
“Clutch-a-clutch-a-clutch me” is what we imagine this Gucci bag sings to us whenever we walk by the Bond Street shop. And so we stop, pause for a moment before pulling open the door and stepping inside and doing our now-regular knightess in shining armour shtick of rescuing said clutch from its shop-window cage and anointing it queen bee of our things to carry stuff around in.
by Natalie Dembinska
