1983 – 2013

AROUND THE WORLD IN A HANDBAG

As a leatherworker and adventurer, I’ve always wanted to break barriers.

I’ve done my share of utility work,

Wandering around the land of cities and lights,

With my camera slung over my shoulder, I’ve collected a story that’s sure to please you.

I’ve traveled through cities and horizons with such observation,
that I’ve produced a few new creations.

The accessory is part of my history, and seeing so many of them
and get new ideas out of my drawers,

I tell them in stories.

I refine this prestigious profession with conviction every day.

And my compositions also come from your suggestions, in union with my challenges and my passion.

And through this pure pleasure, without blushing, I activate your desires.

The handbag is our garden that we hold in our hands.

Snuggled up close to us, he follows us everywhere.

Our intimate life companion gives other girls, often envy.

Because when we take him out for a walk, he’s the one on parade.

What I’ve seen in every corner of the world is that it blends into the union and is designed for every occasion.

Here, our time has weighed down the constraints of today’s beauty:

The company accelerated and got us all involved.

She’s gone from being a militant to being a demanding one, and her charmed pouch has become more like her mobile home.

Finally, this strange object that never leaves us, hides our little secrets,

And reflects a mystery, which the boys exasperate themselves with for a long time.

If the bag is so expensive, it’s because it’s becoming expensive and fleshy,

And quality workmanship is the key to its perpetuity.

Still, it’s never by chance that it seems rare, normal or bizarre,

Because the practical bag isn’t always chic

And even if it’s difficult, we swap the Useful for the Frivolous.

At certain times of the day, we love to put it away for other colorful flavors.

When we find it beautiful, and caress it through our sensuality,

As early as the insolent Adolescence, he became her first accomplice in her whims.

When it wears out, it withers, it weakens, but becomes embellished with memories, perhaps to the point of blushing,

You’d better believe it, this accessory is my mirror companion.
that accompanies us until the last evening.