Aditee Handbags, Trunkt
I’m afraid my wardrobe has never understood the difference between am or pm. I find myself hustling to the 86th and Lex stop, lacey tights and gold heels, bed-head hair and pounds of black eyeliner smudged around my eyes.
On my way to work, naturally.
Eight o’clock in the morning, of course.
It’s only swaying in the train, among the suits, I see a glance at my gilt sandals followed by a pointed look at a watch. I stare at his tie and see a plebian, Puritan pewter thing, and glance at my sandals — slices of gold, purple, and red leather make them royal.
Maybe it’s because I live million blocks north of Union Square in nanny-land, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon Aditee handbags I found a 24-hour-golden partner-in-crime, an accessory more than sympathetic to my wardrobe’s, er, timelessness. “The costumes of ancient India were very lavish and ornate. Even a simple day in the life of a king was opulent and elaborate,” says designer Aditee Modi. “I try to bring a little of ancient royal India into our modern technology crazed lives.”
Taking my Palm Pilot out of my handcrafted, embroidered and beaded, brocaded and tasseled Aditee, I get another glance. Only this time, the suit and its eyes look tinged with green, sparked by a gleam of gold.
