I’m starting to think my husband and my earlier suspicions are correct: the handbagless life is not for for a regular woman like myself, but for a woman with a driver and “people” for schlepping their shit. Today, handbagless (and performing an experiment inspired by Emmanuelle Alt’s chic handbaglessness), I dropped my hat (luckily I located it in the lost and found), lost a lens cap, and because I wanted to collect some of the fashion periodicals on offer at Lincoln Center, have acquired the lovely yellow plastic DHL bag you see in the photo above (handily provided beside said periodicals).
So it seems that while a handbag can be a luxury item that declares one’s social ranking, not having one signals one’s elite status quietly but more emphatically. After just one day at fashion week attempting to do without a handbag, I’d recommend acquiring the status first before losing the handbag. Still, I haven’t given up! Day two, here I come.