As a form of conceptual art, I really, really like it.
It appears almost as if the bag was a thorned rose, it's so enticing and yet elusive. One wants to covet it and fondle it, but the thorned rose won't allow access so easily without some degree of exquisite pain and/or sacrifice.
Doesn't it sound familiar to what we (would) all do for that elusive Kelly of our dreams??? i.e. waiting for it, coveting it, saving for it, missing it, compromising other bags for it?? It can be pure torture...