Written by creator Danielle Bertoli, @struckinsideout.
I’ve always been a lover of vintage leather goods. I remember when I was a little girl my parents would take my sister and I into Brooklyn to visit my great aunt and uncle in their beautiful three-story brownstone. We always looked forward to these trips, not only because Aunt Flo and Uncle Petro were like grandparents to us, but Aunt Flo let us roam around her bedroom and try on her things.
We wore her animal printed shawls, experimented with her ritzy makeup and perfumes, threw on her large flappy hats, and paraded around the apartment showcasing her bags. I have a few polaroids of myself as a five-year-old wearing bright red lipstick, a leopard sheath scarf snugged tightly around my neck, and three of my aunt’s leather bags draped over my shoulders. My eyes were closed, I had a big toothy smile, and my hands were lifted into the air. I felt fabulous.