Last year, I bought an Astor satchel by MICHAEL Michael Kors. I kept taking it out of its dustbag and inspecting it, then putting it back, and after much debate, I ended up returning it. The size was perfect, the inner pockets were plentiful, and I loved the raised gold-stud hardware. However, I couldn't get over the fact that it was a Michael Kors bag, because in my mind, I am not a Kors girl--I live in Brooklyn, I work in a creative field, I wear A.P.C. and Rag & Bone, etc. I still think about that bag, how maybe I should've kept it, and that, really, I need to get over myself. Two things have recently made me rethink my opinion of Mr. Kors' work (which, by the way, I've always admired--I just thought it wasn't for me): One, this
excellent profile by Amy Larocca in last week's
New York Magazine fashion issue, which portrays Kors as a humble and hard-working all-American designer who fully embraces his commercialism. Two, I got a Michael Kors catalogue in the mail the other day, and the thing is genius. Like his stores, it features items from all his lines--the bridge MICHAEL, the contemporary KORS, and the designer Michael Kors--all interspersed with each other, which is refreshing (and it's fun to play "guess the price point" before you read the credits!). Even better, it all looks amazing. Carmen Kass, one of Kors' favorite models, is featured prominently, and while she can make a garbage bag look fantastic, she really makes me want to buy, oh,
this $5,000 coat and these $1,000 cashmere sweatpants. I mean, hello.
Slightly more within reach, however, are the MICHAEL and KORS items, especially the accessories. I see at least several women a day carrying this handsome
Hamilton tote (available in multiple sizes and colors), and the Astor is back in this
convertible tote version, which might be even better than my satchel that got away. What really caught my eye, however, was the boots. There's a sturdy-looking
cuffed bootie, an updated-classic
riding boot, a super-trendy
over-the-knee clog boot, and the pair I absolutely must have, the buckled, strappy platform
Tatum boot. Really, the last thing I need is another pair of black boots, but, well, there's always room for one more, right? All in the name of supporting great American fashion designers...
Last year, I bought an Astor satchel by MICHAEL Michael Kors. I kept taking it out of its dustbag and inspecting it, then putting it back, and after much debate, I ended up returning it. The size was perfect, the inner pockets were plentiful, and I loved the raised gold-stud hardware. However, I couldn't get over the fact that it was a Michael Kors bag, because in my mind, I am not a Kors girl--I live in Brooklyn, I work in a creative field, I wear A.P.C. and Rag & Bone, etc. I still think about that bag, how maybe I should've kept it, and that, really, I need to get over myself. Two things have recently made me rethink my opinion of Mr. Kors' work (which, by the way, I've always admired--I just thought it wasn't for me): One, this excellent profile by Amy Larocca in last week's New York Magazine fashion issue, which portrays Kors as a humble and hard-working all-American designer who fully embraces his commercialism. Two, I got a Michael Kors catalogue in the mail the other day, and the thing is genius. Like his stores, it features items from all his lines--the bridge MICHAEL, the contemporary KORS, and the designer Michael Kors--all interspersed with each other, which is refreshing (and it's fun to play "guess the price point" before you read the credits!). Even better, it all looks amazing. Carmen Kass, one of Kors' favorite models, is featured prominently, and while she can make a garbage bag look fantastic, she really makes me want to buy, oh, this $5,000 coat and these $1,000 cashmere sweatpants. I mean, hello.
Slightly more within reach, however, are the MICHAEL and KORS items, especially the accessories. I see at least several women a day carrying this handsome Hamilton tote (available in multiple sizes and colors), and the Astor is back in this convertible tote version, which might be even better than my satchel that got away. What really caught my eye, however, was the boots. There's a sturdy-looking cuffed bootie, an updated-classic riding boot, a super-trendy over-the-knee clog boot, and the pair I absolutely must have, the buckled, strappy platform Tatum boot. Really, the last thing I need is another pair of black boots, but, well, there's always room for one more, right? All in the name of supporting great American fashion designers...
