Chanel is always something overwhelming, I love it but I hate its whole crew everytime I'm brought back to the real world by the stunning price. Nonetheless, I won't refuse if someone would kindly spare me even 10 minutes to scan the exhibition of Chanel bags. Thank God, I've got it. By the way, I got my lust for Chanel exposed to everyone with a stupid sharp scream the moment I heard in early May that the exhibition finally would come to me. From then on, I was preparing myself to dash into the 57th Street flagship store, blocks away from my house, and grasp as much as I wish right from May 16, the openning day.
Well, for the sake of standing among the same mass, here I don't wanna be a nasty guy, holding back what I've already known. So the theme is about the secrets of the Chanel Handbag, whose majority is the most classic Chanel 2.55 troop. If you are fond of textology, there is a feast of aged Chanel bags demonstrating Chanel's evolution from the time of Coco to Karl Lagerfeld's newest masterpiece; if you are a Perfectionist, you can also get huge entertainment from the display of Chanel craftsmanship. Plus, you can also tell me you want nothing but a view at hundreds of Chanel bags. Don't be too shy to confess, you see, I'm in the same boat with you.
We poor creatures are easy to satisfy. Chanel, how about granting us more exhibitions like this? You know, even one more is enough to send us on top.