Chanel’s Long Cool Woman in a Black Jacket from PreFall ’07-luxe jersey tailored to hide what you don’t want spied:
Martin Margiela’s crinkled patent tote in black with dual silvertone chain straps (not to be confused with Lanvin’s version which is close enough to merit a law suit), ANY flights NOT through Dulles (IAD) airport, Lunesol cosmetics -especially their soooper dooooper mascara in sapphire:
Creed’s Virgin Islands fragrance perfect for that not dabbed on to cover other odours scent – clean, but not too green, Ken Watanabe, Motoko Watanabe (Miss you Mona-chan):
Gatsby body papers to keep you crisp throughout the day:
Sergio Rossi -perhaps long dismissed as a shoe wizard– sported an amazing electric pink tote guaranteed to ferry your daily must haves in that true Italian fare. Spied at Isetan in Shinjuku-Oh Haven of all Mercantile Miracles.
Barcelona lavender Vose accordion bag (Think Prada, not Laurence Welk) made in Japan, but touted as Vose, Barcelona—go figure. Maybe that’s a new section–like Barcelona-ku, or something. Wow. Pretty and versatile hues that may just add the uuuuuummmmph to your wardrobe that Missoni is famed to contribute.
Rail Pass (worthy for purchase just based upon the three months of unlimited usage). Pack that Vuitton roll away and aim for Hokkaido. We dig Will Ferguson’s Hokkaido Highway Blues as a still vailid parallel to that east/west existentialism. And do snatch a copy of Karin Muller’s Japanland—that alone should both edge a fear into the depths of your soul or at least amuse you significantly to merit a look.