mansur gavriel - a story of the purse hunter

October 30, 2013 4 Comments

GUYS. I have some exciting news. I have systematically researched, hunted, and victoriously purchased a Mansur Gavriel bucket bag.

I don't use the word hunted lightly here.

I have never understood the hunter's instinct - that desire to lie in wait and then attack something - until I somehow stumbled upon the mansur gavriel instagram account. I started following them and their gorgeous buttery leather bucket bags started popping up more and more in my feed. I started screenshotting (is this a word?) all their instagrams and it wasn't until I looked back through the pictures stored in my iphone and saw that the majority of them were random bucket bag instagrams that I realized I subconsciously NEEDED to figure out what this bag was all about.

The need to get to the bottom of this was all consuming. I started calling all their listed retailers on their website until I found one that claimed to get shipments of one bag at a time, and as soon as it hits the shelf, it always immediately sell out. They thought that the mansur gavriel stork might be bringing one in the next week, but they couldn't make promises.

I mean, how intriguing is that? They just get ONE at a time. And just like that, bam, it sells! This must be the bag of the season, the bag of the year, the bag of the century.

I demanded to be added to the wait list for the next bucket that would arrive and began to wonder how soon was too soon to call the store back to make sure they had "inslee" spelled correctly and that my phone number was accurate on the list.

I don't think I have felt this strongly about a purchase since I HAD to have a tamagotchi in 6th grade and my mother and I followed the UPS truck on its route through our neihgborhood in an attempt to get our tamagotchi delivery before it even made it to our house.

Anyway, last night, I was suffering from a rare injury known as lifting the poland spring jug onto the water dispensing machine and I was wondering if I needed a prescription painkiller when the phone began to ring. Like a siren song I was drawn to answer it, unlike my standard practice of never answering my phone under any circumstances, and lo and behold, it was Pas de Deux calling to say that the bucket had landed.

THE BUCKET HAD LANDED.

I hobbled 15 blocks through the biting October cold, clutching at my poland spring jug back injury thinking of nothing but the bucket. I'm telling you guys, I was possessed.

Upon arrival in Pas de Deux, the chicest, most expensive store in the East Village I learned that the bucket had launched to its meteoric rise to fame thanks to Garance Dore. As soon as I heard that, I blacked out. The spasming back pain, the joy of knowing my illustration-fairy-godmother also loved this bag, and the proximity to so many canada goose floor length ski parkas and isabel marant booties was all too much.

The next thing I knew, I was being handed my credit card back and my brand new bucket all tucked away in a stylish pas de deux shopping bag printed with their elegant double peacock crest logo.

All in all, it was a magical night. One full of both extreme pain and extreme joy. Such is the life of the purse hunter.

ps. buy a print!

Posted in bucket bag, East Village, Inslee By Design, Inslee Haynes, mansur gavriel, News and Events, NYC, pas de deux

theres no place like...

June 09, 2011 21 Comments

NEW YORK, NEW YORK! Above is a modern-day Dorothy, fresh out of a tornado, wearing the Cherbourg Skirt from Fabricly and her signature combo - red heels and ankle socks (don't bother with the link actually, its sold out because The Man Repeller tweeted about it) It is actually now just occurring to me that Dorothy may have been one of the original Man Repellers with those socks in her Ruby Red Slippers... how perfect So anyway, interestingly enough, this illustration came out looking just like me. I am always surprised when I "meet" the girls as they come to life on paper. Its sort of like my pen and my hand have a mind of their own and sometimes the girls they create turn out to look like people I know unintentionally. And today, as fate would have it, it's me. And this is the blog post where I tell everyone - OFFICIALLY - that I am moving to New York. Like Dorothy and the Emerald City, New York has been a magical, important destination in my life for quite some time now. I've actually been dreaming of the day I'd write this post for about a year. (I realize that is the dorkiest sentence I may have ever written) While D.C. will always be home and comforting in its practicality, the style and energy of New York is calling and I can't wait to see how this change impacts the way I work and grow as an artist. Moving on, before I get too mixed up in conflicting allegories. Let me tell you all about it. Moving to the city happens FAST. I picked out an apartment last weekend and I'll living in the East Village in less than three week in a oh-so-petite apartment. I'm a little bit frazzled about how small it is, but I'm up to the challenge of making it cute. Its like decorating the NSS booth only better and for keeps! There's plenty of light and just enough room to keep on illustrating. So don't worry, this blog and I aren't going anywhere, nothings going to change except that its going to be AWESOME because of all the inspiration that will be all around me. I am lucky to have some wonderful friends already in the city to help me make this transition, but if you're up there or know someone who is and want to put me in touch, don't hesitate! I'm looking for new illustration opportunities, new friends, new restaurants and shopping suggestions, new yoga studios -- everything! I can't wait to discover New York and share it with you all. Ok, signing out before I get too sappy! Hang in there, I may be posting a little less over the next few weeks while I get moved, but I'll do my best to keep you updated.

Posted in Cherbourg Skirt, Dorothy, East Village, Emerald City, Fabricly, illustration, Inslee By Design, New York, New York City, News and Events, the man repeller, The Wizard of OZ