I definitely still have my original Massaccesi, a Bronze Africa Midi Selene. It is way too sentimental to ever sell. Here's the story:
I grew up with adequate food, shelter, and clothing, and for that I am grateful. But it felt like there wasn't much more than that. I carried that mindset of deprivation into my adult life, until one day it hit me that thanks to a good job I'd worked incredibly hard for, some of the handbags I assumed would never be within my reach could actually be, as long as I budgeted carefully (and later, if I chose to purchase secondhand). I came to TPF to educate myself on this subject I had never paid attention to. I was struck by someone's comment, I think it was in the Hoi Polloi thread, that the Massaccesi brand represented the perfect intersection of superb workmanship, quality materials, unprecedented customizability, and yet affordable price (at least relative to many other luxury brands). I checked out Marco's line and appreciated his aesthetic, especially his understated approach to branding.
Around that time, I had to spend two months in a hospital nine hours away from home. I had a lot of time on my hands in between medical procedures, but didn't feel well enough to do much more than scroll through the internet. I know this is weird, but I spent a big chunk of that time reading every single post in the Massaccesi thread. I came not only to understand the nuances of the different styles and leathers, but also something of the personalities of the original group of posters. Reading about Massaccesi was a lifeline distracting me from the stressful medical situation I was going through. I even started pontificating about what I was learning about the gender, class, and identity implications of handbags to my husband who, bless him, listened patiently because he has always tried to cultivate an interest in whatever I'm interested in.
Time passed, and Marco ran his first sample sale. I gleefully sent an email off to purchase the Bronze Africa Midi Selene he'd posted. But by the time my email was submitted, the bag was already gone. I wept bitterly. I know it is ridiculous and uber-privileged to cry over such a frivolous thing. But at the time, I believed that sale was my only chance for a Massaccesi coming financially within my reach. My husband surprised me by recommending that I order my own version of the bag I had lost out on, and to afford it, he offered to pay for a fifty-percent share of ownership. And indeed, when my very first Massaccesi arrived from Italy and I was taking pictures to post in this thread, he had great fun posing with the bag on his shoulder and reminding me he owned it half the time.
That bag is never leaving my possession.