Again I am quoting the nomadic scholar, Walter Benjamin, in Unpacking My Library he describes the pleasure of the chase that lies behind the most satisfying book purchases:
One of the finest memories of a collector is the moment when he rescued a book to which he might never have given a thought, much less a wishful look, because he found it lonely and abandoned on the market place and bought it to give it its freedom–the way the prince bought a beautiful slave girl in The Arabian Nights. To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his sleeves.
Substitute ‘book’ for ‘vintage Coach purses’. These are the rescued Coach-es. The great thing about sporting these vintage bags, I am not majorly hung-up when it scratches or raindrops stain. They are already broken-in.
Pictured below are my other Coach bags. I prefer big bags and seriously thinking of selling the two small suede, the olive green and the light brown. Now I just need to find the time to list them.