AN ICON, NOT JUST A HANDBAG.
Welcome to “My Irresistible Thoughts,” where kindness meets elegance. Here, I toast to exquisite craftsmanship, sustainability, and timeless wisdom. Remember, darling, I’m not just a handbag – I’m a lifestyle.
Darling, let me set the scene. The sun was shining (naturally), my favourite vintage silk scarf behaved just right in the breeze, and my heart? Positively glowing. Why? Because I
Darling, let me tell you a secret. The most beautiful moments I’ve ever witnessed didn’t happen under a spotlight. They happened quietly. In the little pauses. In the gentle choices
Darling, let me set the scene.A sun-drenched villa terrace. Soft linen tablecloths catching the breeze. Glasses chiming softly over murmured laughter. And me? Well, I was resting ever-so-lightly on the
Sweetheart, I’ve seen it all. Whispered promises. Forgotten dreams. Half-melted lipsticks and fully broken hearts. I’ve sat through gallery openings, job interviews, and those delicious first dates when she doesn’t
Sweetheart, I’m tucked away on the corner of a wooden worktable this morning, quiet, curious, and rather pleased with the view. There’s an old lamp casting a buttery glow over
My dears, while I, Augustina, prefer quiet cafés and elegant hallways, my younger sister Cresces in velvet simply lives for a good gala. She’s small, sculptural, and just dramatic enough. And
This morning, as I rested on the windowsill of a warm apartment in Amsterdam, wrapped in light and a hint of bergamot tea, I watched the rain move softly across
Darling, It’s not every day a girl finds herself musing about international gatherings, but here I am, perched gracefully on a chair, my handle resting gently on the crook of
Darlings… I know. I’ve been terribly quiet. Vanished. Vanished like the last splash of champagne at a long-forgotten soirée. And if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been…well, let’s just say,
Darling, let’s have a word about the past. There’s something enchanting about old-world glamour: the kind of allure that lingers in black-and-white film stills, where silk gloves met champagne flutes