May 4, 2016 |
Hello, I am a bag. Not one to toot my own horn, but a pretty nice one. My daddy is John Galliano, and I’m his first. Well, not first ever ever, but his first for the house of Maison Margiela. Which means I am very special. My name? 5AC. I know, sounds a bit like I’m one of those little bleeping robot things off Star Wars doesn’t it? But no, it’s actually from, let me get this right – 1EEt speak. Which, or so I’m told, is an internet language that people used before I was born. And what does it mean? Sac. Which is French for bag. Buzz is, I’m futuristic. As my accompanying notes say – my “design language” apparently “employs an apparently traditional, double-handled form that is twisted with discreet design details, starting with the extended ‘incognito’ lining that transforms the bag’s shape to expose a larger pocket adorned with Maison Margiela’s four-point stitched label”. More space for the stuffing, basically. I’m also told that I took eight whole hours to make by traditional craftsmen in Florence, and have lots of siblings in a selection of other fine fabrics, from grained or smooth nappa leather, or woven goatskin. Imagining we feel pretty divine. Go on, give us a grope. Oh, and I come with a special mysterious key. Not to be confused with well, a real key. This is what they call a decorative element. But really, why listen to me? I’m just a humble bag, after all. Listen instead to the selection of famed sorts that have carried me so far – Tilda, Amal, Charlize. First name only type of girls. And let’s be honest, I look like I’m very nice to hold. Weighty. On the large side. Ready to fill to the brim with belongings. Which means I’ll make you look smaller. Like a walking optical illusion. Who wouldn’t want that? Basically, dear Ten reader, please adopt me. There may be a small fee involved. But really – I’m worth it.
The 5AC comes in both 42cm and 35cm sizes, as well as a 22cm shoulder bag, available in selected stockists and Maison Margiela boutiques worldwide.
