Tools of the trade
Cavalli is not the first name on my lips for bags. Or for much else really, because if I’m honest, I’m much too scruffy to be a Cavalli girl. What is a Cavalli girl, I hear you ask. Is she Nancy Del Ollio? Or Samantha from SATC? Is she a footballer’s wife? Is she clothed in animal print and hanging off the arm of Flavio Briatore at his Billionaire club in Monaco? Are you getting the beginnings of a high maintenance picture here, for this is a high voltage glamazon who doesn’t scrimp on her brazilian or her real hair extensions – and she’ll keep her Jimmy Choos ON for the yacht, thank you. No Havanianas in her purse for later. Yet this quite lovely Roberto Cavalli Grande contradicts all of that and makes me, well, want to be a Cavalli girl after all. Or to put it another way: this is my type of bag, and I’m prepared to be its type of girl. Seriously on beat, tooled leather is as 70s folk as you can get without fringing and patchwork, and as with a true bohemian, she’ll get better with age.
