|Reed Krakoff. 'Tis the season.|
I have this thing about bags. You know, those things designed to carry your things. Funny thing: the more things I have, the more I lust for The One. Perfect. Bag. That one elusive object of desire I have yet to define.
Get real real.
The black hole theory
|Vintage Bottega Veneta Circa Whoknows|
Chanel? A little stodgy quilted affair on a chain? That too, out of the question!
Another designer bag that’s gotten under my skin is Chloe. My niece(-in -law) just came back from Vegas with a Chloe. Nice winnings. Good for her! There but for the grace . . . but anyway . . . so it goes with bag envy.
The things we carry. So much baggage.
Who’d imagine a bag so clever as to carry a bike?
The Helium. Only 24 pounds. Big enough for a human stowaway, albeit somewhat dismembered. Tough ballistics nylon on the outside, comfy, cozy pockets and sleeves on the inside. And no, it’s not filled with helium. The case comes with inflatable pneumatic padding. And its own pump. Just 70 poofs per side and it's ready to fly.
Utilitarian Biknd design that it is, the Helium offers storage for not only for two, but four wheels. (“Go ahead,” the copy invites, "Take your aero wheels and your lightweight wheels for the days when you'll be high in the mountains.) How high in the mountains?
Oh, the places we'll go with this. Bags packed. Jingle bells. . . all the way.
Photos: Bagged, borrowed and stolen off the Web
(Thanks, SuperStock, Tumi, Chloe, Bottega Veneta, Chanel, Saks, Reed Krakoff, Coach and Target. )