So, I was browsing the Hermès site the other day (totally just window shopping, I swear!), and I saw they’re pushing their Evelyne bags and, get this, *shorts and pants* too. Like, Hermès does clothes? Mind blown. But back to the bags…
The description was all about “esbelto” (that’s slender in Portuguese, thanks Google Translate!), “linhas únicas” (unique lines, duh!), and how you can just, you know, *take them anywhere*. Which, okay, true, you *could* take a Birkin to the grocery store, but would you *really*? I’d be terrified of spilling tomato sauce on it.
And then there’s the Birkin. Oh, the Birkin. They call it a “travel companion.” A travel companion that costs more than my car, maybe? Honestly, I saw one once that looked like it was made of alligator skin or something. Super fancy, but also, a little intimidating, you know? Like, are you supposed to *talk* to the bag?
The website says they combine “leather craftsmanship with luxurious materials.” No kidding! That’s what you’re paying for, right? It’s not like they’re using pleather from the dollar store. Still, it’s just a bag, isn’t it? A really, *really* expensive bag.
I think what gets me is the whole exclusivity thing. It’s not just about the price; it’s about being *worthy* of owning one. You have to build a relationship with a sales associate, buy a bunch of other stuff you probably don’t need, and then *maybe*, just *maybe*, they’ll offer you a Birkin. It’s kinda ridiculous, if you ask me.
But hey, I get it. They’re gorgeous. They’re iconic. And if I ever win the lottery, I’m totally buying one. Maybe even two. One for groceries, one for, you know, *being fabulous*.
