Picture this. You love, love, love a handbag brand - let's say, Louis Vuitton - but can't afford to buy one yourself. You get a job as a personal assistant for a woman who is both stylish and financially solvent. It's Christmas. You exchange gifts. You receive a beautifully wrapped square package and frantically tear open the wrapping paper. Louis Vuitton(!), it says. Slowly, with great anticipation, you lift the lid off the package, part the expensive tissue paper, and see....
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the epileptic with the denim fetish needs to leave LV pronto. he is not the handbag pollock he thinks he is!
agreed. my beloved Marc Jacobs actually designed the hids tribute tote. he was probably thinking: let's see if i can trick obnoxiously wealthy people into spending $42,000 for the ugliest bag imaginable.
i guess the joke is on the people who fell for it!
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