A few weeks ago, I was at a vintage sale when I saw an elegant older woman walk in—a typical off-duty and well-manicured New York lady. She wore a long Moncler puffer coat, sensible light-wash jeans, and simple Stan Smith sneakers. Her bag was fantastic, though unrecognizable. It wasn’t covered in a monogram nor a teensy logo (as far as I could see). It was black, square, and...
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