What a rare way to spend Thursday night (that feels like a Friday night). I am now sitting in the corner of Starbucks Senayan City, sipping its signature hot chocolate drink while reading The Hermes Temptation book (obviously I'm taking a break from the book for a few minutes to write this post). I had dinner with Oki at Brew House. It was a pizza, onion rings, philly cheese steak and coke kind of dinner. Very healthy. Now he has a meeting and I'm here waiting.
I am more than half way into the book. It's intriguing to learn about how Indonesian socialites go above and beyond for this bag. It's understandable, though. It's Hermes Birkin. But what I don't understand is the Indonesian way of carrying the bag. Maybe it's not just happen in here but since I live here and I witness the phenomenon in every fashion show I've been to and in every magazines party pages I've flipped, I can only speak from my experience here. The socialites here like to match their Birkins with Louboutin pumps and Herve Leger dress. Or their colorful kaftans. Fully done makeup, salon blowdry hair and all. And crazy amount of stacked jewelries. When everyone and their aunts dress like that, you'll get tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. And somehow, it makesthe Birkin loses its charm. There's no such thing as personal style.
The other thing that I don't understand, at least from what I read in the book is that some people treat the bag like a fragile baby. They only take it out for special occassion, afraid it'll get dirty. They demand for their bag to get its own chair, cover it with umbrella when it rains and let themselves got wet instead and other silly *at least I think it is* things. One of our justification to buy expensive bags is for their quality, right? So why do we have doubts on its superbs craftmanship by babying the bag while that's exactly why we buy it in the first place?
One fine day, when I finally have a chance to own this bag, I will use it everyday. I will wear it with jeans and tee and overstuff it like I always do to my other bags. I will put my whole life in it. I will let the kids put their toys in there. Including their wattle bottle and unfinished Auntie Anne's pretzel. I will be okay with putting it on the floor. I will let it get splashed in the rain. I will have faith that the beautiful bag will stand the test of time and won't dissapoint me. Yes, she will look like she has been everywhere. And that's what make her even more interesting. Because she has a lot of stories to tell. She is a reflection of my soul, a symbol of my milestone and a witness of what I've been through. She will have a few wrinkles and scratches but she will never lose her shine. In fact, she will look even more beautiful as she gets older.
One fine day.