The Longchamp Parisis Men’s Cross-Body Bag in lambskin leather, trimmed with cowhide leather.
ONE OF my brothers gave me a genuine calf leather cross-body bag of French provenance that I have been wearing out like crazy (read: pinanghaharabas in the Filipino vernacular). One lazy day, I emptied it of its contents, looked at it, and realized that I wouldn’t be able to stand to see it literally fall apart. For purely sentimental reasons.
So what I did was reach for one of my many Kinokuniya (plastic) shopping bags – I must get at least 10 magazine titles from them every month – tumbled all of my daily essentials in and resolved that from that point hence, I would take the incarnation of a literal bagman. A blue plastic Kinokuniya bagman.
Kinokuniya Shopping Bags
But to borrow the name of that game we used to play as kids – hide-and-seek – delight in the pleasures of natural hide and one shall find one’s self seeking to have it back. So I had decided to get myself something I would be willing to wear out.
Before long I found myself overcoming my fear of the price tag in some of the shops here in Singapore, walked past their imposing, triumphal archways for doors, approached the first available sales associate, and in a calm voice asked, “Do you have this bag?… But in all natural leather?”
Every time, my worn-out Kinokuniya (plastic) shopping bag would endure the stare before it (the stare), in all its expressionless botoxed glory, would move to me. Often, I got a flat out “Sorry, but no.” In a few instances, I got treated to a veritable run through of everything in the “spring summer” or “fall winter” line-up before I would just lift up once again my Kinokuniya and say, “Thanks but just like this.”
Then it was time to pay one of my Mama’s favorites a visit – Longchamp at Paragon Mall on Orchard. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t need to ask for a sales associate’s help. Because it was there at the top of the shelf at the back of the store, the section elevated by a short flight of steps. I took it from its all-stainless steel display stand, got immediately captivated by the supple leather, and knew that it was the one.
The Longchamp Parisis Men’s Cross-Body Bag in lambskin leather, trimmed with cowhide leather (and goatskin leather per the sales associate) with palladium hardware.
I absolutely loved it at first sight. Though I did find the price a bit prohibitive. So after quite a lingering admiration, I decided to let it go. But as with all things meant to be, I ended up losing sleep over it.
So one night when there was just simply no way of getting transported to dreamland with persistently nagging thoughts of lambskin leather, I got out of bed, showered, changed, and hopped on the Purple Line, changed to the Circle Line at Serangoon, and in minutes found myself at The Shoppes at Marina Bay Sands – at way past 10:00 PM. I know the stores there close at 11:00 PM.
By 10:40 PM, the only piece they had in store was mine. Happily so.
“LONGCHAMP” perfectly heat-stamped on to the lamskin leather, two handles in cowhide leather, enhanced by two small Russian ears, snap button enclosure also in cowhide leather.
On the back, the epic brand’s epic equestrian logo heat-stamped on to the lambskin leather.
The bag, perfectly slouchy, in the canvass bag bin at Din Tai Fung.
At the Orchard MRT Station
At the Malaysian Food Street beside Universal Studios Singapore
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