This is a very long story (so please bare with me), and it's also proof that love usually finds a way.
The love affair started eight years ago....
It was in the summer of 2008, that I first saw her in a Soho boutique accompanied by an elegantly dressed woman. The crisp clean shape of her body, the nice curves of her corners, and that shining buckle in front, I couldn't help but stare... The saying "love at the first sight" was indeed true. She was dressed in gold, and her skin glowed as the light reflected off the patina of her well-loved outer surface. There were some marks here and there, but they all complimented her beauty very nicely and made her unique. Back then I had already started my obsession with Hermes, lusting over owning a Jypsiere, which I think is the best boho chic bag for daily use and trips. What I did not know was that this particular beauty that had caught my eye was also a creation of Hermes' superb craftsmanship, and that it was actually so difficult to construct that only the most skilled craftsmen could make one.
As she left the shop, I started to wonder, would I ever see her again...
The love affair started eight years ago....
It was in the summer of 2008, that I first saw her in a Soho boutique accompanied by an elegantly dressed woman. The crisp clean shape of her body, the nice curves of her corners, and that shining buckle in front, I couldn't help but stare... The saying "love at the first sight" was indeed true. She was dressed in gold, and her skin glowed as the light reflected off the patina of her well-loved outer surface. There were some marks here and there, but they all complimented her beauty very nicely and made her unique. Back then I had already started my obsession with Hermes, lusting over owning a Jypsiere, which I think is the best boho chic bag for daily use and trips. What I did not know was that this particular beauty that had caught my eye was also a creation of Hermes' superb craftsmanship, and that it was actually so difficult to construct that only the most skilled craftsmen could make one.
As she left the shop, I started to wonder, would I ever see her again...