There is a kind of strength that never raises its voice. It sits beside you and waits. It lets you be hungry, glad, sad or simply alive, and never asks you to explain which one it is today.
I wanted a bag like that. Black, because black never argues with anything you set beside it - a white shirt, an old pair of jeans, an evening dress, a morning in a hurry. It takes on your mood instead of imposing its own, and it carries whatever you decide to wear around it.
The leather holds the scales of a snake, the oldest sign of renewal: the creature that leaves its skin behind on the road and goes on, unchanged in what matters. Along the middle the scales run deep and glossy, like water under a night lamp; toward the edges they turn matte and fine, scattered with small drops of shine, as if the rain had only just stopped. Every turn of your shoulder changes the side the light chooses.
The shape is long and low, wider at the top than at the base, so it settles against the body and opens easily under the hand. Two slender leather straps pass through metal eyelets and rest on the shoulder without weight. Inside, the lambskin lining keeps a quiet glitter, like a piece of night sky folded into the bag. A zipped pocket in the same snake leather and two open ones keep the small, necessary things close.
It does not wait for an occasion. It only needs you, breathing.
Leather: black, snake-embossed, glossy along the middle and matte toward the edges
Lining: lambskin with glitter
Dimensions: 37 cm at the base, 45 cm at the top, 13 cm high, 12 cm wide
Straps: two slender leather straps through metal eyelets, fixed, not adjustable, worn on the shoulder
Inside: one zipped pocket in snake-embossed leather and two open pockets
