My trip to London was amazing. Not only did I LOVE the city and avoid 2 major snow storms, I found the worlds best shopping at Selfridges department store and at all the shops at Carnaby Circus. I could have spent two days just shopping for denim in Selfridges – Evisu, Edwin, APC, Dior, Paul Smith Jeans – but it wasn’t a pair of denim that made my eyes turn into little hearts. No, it was a bowler style bag from Paul Smith Jeans that lifted me off the ground and my feet flutter.
This bag is the perfect carry on. Why?
- Because it fits above and below on small and large planes.
- It holds a tremendous amount of shit.
- Everyone with any style gawked at it, and me, when I walked by.
Seriously. I got aped at because of this bag. THIS is what is wonderful and crappy about men’s style – if you do it right, it’s clear that you have style but subtle enough not to draw any attention. The days of the MetroSexual are dead, mostly, and replaced with ManlySexual – rugged, fitted denims, classic work boots, oxfords, etc. I’m not a Louis Vuitton guy. So when I saw this Bobby Bag from Paul Smith Jeans I believe I dropped what I was holding, muttered some incoherent gibberish to the clerk, and swiftly bought this bag for the flight home.
I got a “great bag” from the only other guy on the flight wearing raw selvage denim. It was a cool little moment. Luckily this bag isn’t available everywhere…so…hahahaha. So I went to London and all I got was this killer bag. And a few amazing James Jean t-shirts from Upper Playground. And a Paul Smith Jeans grey hooded sweatshirt that I wear all the time. But mainly the bag.
