For me, Summer 2017 was shimmering magic, a time that remains incomparable to any other period in my life otherwise defined by “important moments,” like a vacation or major event. Reminiscing over those few months from four years ago incites a visceral reaction in me to date - the playlist in my mind immediately switches to guitars and drums, set to the backdrop of hot evenings in Soho and the Lower East Side, fond memories

These days, I’ve been entertaining myself in true quarantine fashion by pulling out my bags and reminiscing on all the fun times we had together. It sounds sadder than it actually is, I swear, and it’s a lot better than the alternative of shredding my mind into internet oblivion on a constant basis….a cycle of toxicity! Anyone still with me?

When it comes to buying handbags, I have a few very specific rules: