18/06/2026
A favourite bag. Obviously...
I’m on my way back from Florence, where I got to be there for the debut of Paul Andrew x Cuoio di Toscana at Pitti Uomo. The room, the people, the shoes, for anyone who loves leather it was pure pleasure.
And then this, right next to me. I quietly took a photo because I couldn’t quite believe it. If you leave aside the personal connection the owner has with the bag, what’s left is a bag that is falling into tiny pieces right in front of me. Made of plastic that is now turning into microplastic, ending up in our water, in the air, in our bodies.
Fake is anything that pretends to be something else
just to be something at all.
This bag was designed to look like leather, produced as cheaply as possible, and it could only ever exist because it pretended to be something it wasn’t.
Real things are becoming rare. And I believe this real is becoming our highest value. It takes people with rare skills to make the material. It takes getting your hands dirty. It takes designers with a creative spark that can’t be generated artificially to shape a true icon. That is how value is created. And all of it can only come from honesty in every single step of the process.
Real value grows out of the connection between people and the things they make, of that I’m convinced. It’s the same with people. A friendship doesn’t last without real appreciation for the person in front of you, and a thing doesn’t last without real care in how it’s made.
The bag next to me was probably quite pretty once.
Now it’s becoming a burden for all of us.