On the day of my best friend’s wedding, I was a bridesmaid carrying a satin clutch I bought from uabag.ru. As a result, the bride’s aunt mistook it for a genuine Chaumet heirloom and insisted on borrowing it to shoot Douyin.
This bag has experienced even more absurd tests: it has been stuffed with sticky candies by naughty children and has been filled with the aroma of butter in hot pot restaurants, but after wiping it with alcohol cotton pads, it can still pass as a lady from a noble family who has just left the counter.
Now it has become my social amulet. After all, when you take out negotiation contracts, painkillers and cat snacks from your bag, who cares if the logo is Van Cleef & Arpels?
Once when I was looking at a replica of Michelangelo’s “David” at the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence, the tour guide said that the original was actually full of traces of restoration, while this 19th-century imitation retained the original design edge.
Suddenly I felt that the so-called “shame” is just a rhetoric in the pricing power game, and people who live with enough self-righteousness can even carry the arrogance of a handed-down masterpiece with A-grade goods.