Nathalie Lecroc. Petite Anthologie de Sacs et Sacs a Main. No 432. After yesterday's post where I was in danger of boring even myself with its drear subject matter, I've gone back to the list of vaguely interesting but essentially lightweight things that sometimes come my way – fashion and such.
Now, tell me how Keifer and Nathalie Lecroc can exist in the same world, never mind the same sentence. Lecroc draws, for considerable fees, the contents of people's handbags. Can you imagine the panic that your handbag might not be good enough to be immortalised? Do people go out and buy a lot of iconic pieces of chic or do they just hope that when drawn out in a fey and whimsical manner on a decent piece of Arches that their things will look okay? It is rather like the panic that someone might catch you on Skype inadequately dressed in a t-shirt from Joe, rather than from Stella.
Calgary is increasingly a city where such things count. No credit given for creative shopping at Zellers, no, we have the largest and newest Holt Renfrew in the country. The Sartorialist last week reported about cool young Russians who have turned away from cashmere and bling toward anti-fashion fleece. This seems a very interesting move.