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My wife Lucy got me a Prada briefcase last September as a present, not for any occasion really. Come to think of it, she was increasingly not down with me carrying my laptop and notebooks in this broken and apparently unfixable Samsonite bag that belonged to my grandfather. The bag had a yellowed card in a tag indicating that, if found, please send to the concierge at the Carlyle. I replaced it with the Prada: elegant but understated, an ideal size and weight, just the thing to break out if you feel like going to work in an office.
Jan 20, 2022
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I usually carry a small bag but I like this one when I have to carry paperwork. The reinforced metal corners keep it structured and it has a little zipper pouch that clips to a strap + a snug pocket inside for a phone
Jun 4, 2024
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fuck backpacks, I wanna see more men carry over the shoulder leather bags that spill out printed quarterly reports and macbooks Jane Birkin style
May 23, 2024
I recently spent a lot of time looking for a new laptop bag that wasn’t too big, too flimsy or too tech bro-y. Master-piece exceeded my expectations — strap options (on this model, at least), zipper, just the right amount of pockets, and just sporty enough to flex between leisure and work. The craftsmanship is very nice, and I continue to be so pleased with it after months of use. I found it secondhand online.
Dec 14, 2024
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Cheap, fine, always the same, you can buy them in all the world’s great cities and nothing makes you feel better than putting on a fresh shirt.
Jan 20, 2022
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The White Stripes aren’t like my favorite band, not by a longshot, but Meg White is certainly the best drummer in the history of rock and roll. Pushing tempo as keeping tempo, genius. She was always so, so much cooler than Jack, now more than ever, given the fact that she’s essentially disappeared off the face of the earth and Jack is selling vinyl in Nashville or whatever it is he does.
Jan 20, 2022
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My grandfather, my dad’s dad, was living in Marina del Rey when I was in high school, and when I stayed with him we’d wake up and walk the few blocks down Pacific to Washington to grab the paper and a coffee. Across from the Cow’s End Cafe was an intriguing looking tan building hosting a bar that had its name spelled across the top in a bambooed-out font. When I was visiting from college, I finally ventured into Hinano Cafe, and found what’s certainly the best bar in Venice, maybe in the world. The mugs and pitchers are frozen cold, the Pacifico never runs out and the popcorn’s free. The best part of Hinano is the cheeseburger, still just $7.50, smothered in Tapatio and accompanied by a handful of whole fresh hot peppers and a gratis bag of chips, dealer’s choice. It’s my last stop before heading to LAX, to go home.
Jan 20, 2022