Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Interview with a Baggie: 21st Century Matchbooks



Unlike collectors of ashtrays or stamps or owl figurines, it's not always easy for us shopping bag collectors to find others who share our passion. There are no newsletters, no Meet-Up groups, no yearly conventions at the Baltimore Radisson. We're a bit of an underground lot, so when one SBC comes across another, well, it's big news and I'm happy to report that Mlle Bagatelle had just such an experience recently.



Regular visitors to Bagatelle might remember that this past Thanksgiving Mlle B had the good fortune of running into Stephen Moss, designer of the fabulous Jonathan Adler Christmas bag. Well, proving the theory that great, creative people always seem to know other great, creative people, Mr. Moss introduced her to his grad school pal, Cameron Spalding, a fellow graphic designer and possessor of perhaps the world's most fabulous name. Cameron was kind enough to speak recently with Bagatelle about his collection, his craft, and his theories about why shopping bags have such appeal to the people who love them.




Interestingly, this collection started much the way MB's did; somewhat accidentally and while studying in Europe. It was during a fall semester in Rome that Cameron, who was there studying printmaking, first started his addiction collection. While taking a walk he felt what he thought was a large leaf attach itself to his leg and refuse to leave. As it turned out, the leaf was not so much a leaf as a black shopping bag from a wine store somewhere in the city. "How very Italian," Cameron says he thought of the "...sleek, minimally designed" bag and before he knew it, he was having a real American Beauty-so-much-beauty-in-the-world moment. "I thought it was such a beautiful marriage of art and design," he says of the small object and it was this realization as much as the actual "thing" that led him to start seeking out these small treasures. Eleven years and six over-sized plastic IKEA storage boxes later, he has a collection of bags that he estimates to be somewhere in the 2,000 range.



So why did this bag in particular have such an effect on the designer? Why is he now not a collector of old toothpaste tubes or paper towel designs? Cameron explains: "No matter what you buy, you get a bag with it. The bag is part of the identity of the store. You can walk down the street with a Tiffany's bag and you might not have anything in the Tiffany's bag--you could have your socks in it--but everyone knows that that's a Tiffany's bag! I'm intrigued by the stories the bags tell." This combination of unquestionable brand identity with creativity is also part of what attracts him to seasonal bags: "With seasonal bags, you always come back to a theme. You see the line of thought. For example the Christmas bags from Express. They've very colorful and engaging and you can see that they're Express bags from across the street."


Interestingly, Cameron also offered a more visceral explanation as to why someone might be drawn to the sport of bag collecting: "I believe that bags have become the new matchbooks. Not as many people smoke as much anymore and even fewer establishments give out matches. People now seem to keep bags that held something in some special place. It can be fun travel: 'I went shopping in London and used this bag everywhere I went. It REMINDS ME OF...' Also, it can be very touching and emotional. My father received a leather pouch that my grandfather would use when he went hunting. Not as much of a shopping bag but still a container that held something precious. memories can but more valuable than objects and bags have a way of reminding people of that moment, that person, that trip... whatever it may be."



Needless to say, like MB's friends and family, Cameron now has a coterie of enablers enthusiasts who are constantly on the look out for new acquisitions and between their travels and his, the collection now includes bags from Japan, the Czech Republic, Israel, China, Thailand, and just about every other country you can imagine. His mother in particular, who makes frequent trips to Asia, has helped significantly with the Far East wing of his collection. In fact, he says the only part of the world not represented in his collection is Africa, but we're sure it's only a matter of time before he takes care of that. As for domestic acquisitions, he tries, semi-successfully, to limit temptation: "I'm almost afraid to address the small SOHO boutiques!"


So what does the Malcom Forbes of shopping bags choose as his favorite? Well, when first asked, Cameron took the very diplomatic "It's-like-asking-me-to-pick-a-favorite-child" route, but when pressed, he admitted that perhaps some of those children might be higher on the list than others. In his picks he included both the bookish pre-teen who's constantly watching the Discovery Channel as well as the hyper-active second grader who's constantly being yelled at for writing on the desks: one, the oft-admired origami-like Takashimya triangle bag and two, the explosive purple, maroon, and silver foil bag of Zac Posen. He also says he loves bags in which the handle interacts with the image.

Someday Cameron plans to donate his considerable collection to the Cooper-Hewitt Museum, but for now, they sit in their IKEA boxes waiting to be taken out for frequent inspiration and inspire they do as you can see by the stunning, creative, and wonderfully humorous work he has so graciously allowed the Bagatelle Museum to feature (all the bag mock-ups on this post are his). We thank him profusely for taking time to speak to us and send our cosmic gratitude out to the winds that carried that fateful Roman wine bag so many years ago.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Anat B.



This generously donated bag puts Mlle Bagatelle in mind of so many butterfly-related things it's hard to know where to start but she'll try.

At the risk of sounding repetitive, MB has to mention the incredible (dead) butterfly collection at the legendary taxidermy/gardening store Deyrolle in the heart of Paris. Yes, she's already mentioned the store before, but how can she not when they have such an incredible collection.

Then of course, there's the equally impressive collection of (dead) butterflies at the Musee des Papillons in Fuveau, France. There's something about the sort of DIY quality of this museum that she finds simultaneously creepy and fascinating at the same time (like maybe the butterflies aren't the only (dead) collection here).

Thirdly, there's the famous "Monarch Migration" during which thousands, if not millions of butterflies find their way to or from Mexico and the U.S. never having made the trip before. I hear they're charging the butterflies for a second bag this year. (You're beautiful--I'm here 'til Thursday!)

Finally, she would be remiss without mentioning the classic movie Papillon starring Steven McQueen and Dustin Hoffman. (Judging by the vehemence with which they've called this mistake to the viewer, it seems to MB that someone on YouTube waited a looong time to tell the world about this little slip-up, n'est-ce pas?)


Anat B. Bag 2009 appears by generous contribution from Mr. and Mrs. B. Johnson of Manhattan Beach, CA.

Dot-Matrix Bag with Black and White Side Print





Well, it hardly needs saying, but no gift on earth excites Mlle Bagatelle like a new bag so you can imagine her reaction when given this snazzy little number. As if the simplicity of the almost futuristic dot-matrix red-on-red map on the front wasn't enough, there are fabulous, unexpected black and white photos on the side that really take this bag from good to great (MB just loves those hidden side touches).

This particular bag features Big Ben on one side and wouldn't you know--this just happens to be (or to have been) the 150th anniversary of the famous clock. Needless to say, London has been all abuzz with celebrations and festivities and the U.K. Parliament website is chock full of all kinds of fun trivia about the clock. MB really enjoyed this video in particular in part because it was so interesting (did you know that pennies are used to keep the clock running accurately?), but also because the interview was conducted as the tour guide and the interviewer were climbing up the 300-something steps to the top. Pretty funny to listen to them both try to catch their breath (breaths?) and maintain those fabulous English manners. (About a third of the way up they both sound like they might actually die. Now that's funny!)




Red and Black Dot-Matrix Bag 2009 appears by generous contribution from S. Johnson of Westlake Village, California

Monday, November 30, 2009

Serendipity 3



You know when you go back to a place that was special to you as a child and it’s just not quite the same as you remembered it? Not horrible, but not the same? Well, it pains Mlle Bagatelle to admit this, but that was the feeling she got when she visited the legendary Serendipity 3 on a recent visit home to New York. It was here that MB had lunch on her 8th birthday just before having her ears pierced, so you can imagine how it must pain her to say that what once seemed a whimsical, magical place, now just seems, well, kind of zoo-y. More DMV than ice cream parlor, but she’s hoping that’s just a question of age.


While she knew there had been some, uh, issues at one point, Mlle B. still wanted to have a look at the old place and see what the gift shop had in the way of a shopping bag. After making her way through the crowd of annoyed tourists and even more annoyed New Yorkers, all of whom had just been told of the almost two-hour wait ahead of them, she approached a staff member behind the counter. Now, MB could be wrong, but she’s guessing that this particular staff member did not go to charm school, or at the very least, wasn’t exactly in the top of his or her class.

Sales associate and unexpected health inspections aside, this is one fabulous bag. Part Aubrey Beardsley, part Andy Warhol (who used to frequent the place), and part Al Hirschfeld, MB LOVES this other worldly character who seems to be a tribute to the Queen of Sweets herself, Marie Antoinette. This is true genius on someone’s part and it made our curator glad she stopped by. Now if they would just teach the staff to smile.


Zitomer




You would not believe how fast Mlle Bagatelle had to run to catch up with the woman who was walking down Madison Avenue with this bag to see where it was from (why is it always the over-60 society set I have trouble catching up with? Seriously, those girls can walk!).

Anyway, I did and the minute I realized where it was from I had a good laugh. Zitomer is to drug stores what Cartier is to jewelry. A New York institution if ever there was one, this is a good, old-fashioned, stocked-to-the-gills pharmacy where you're just as likely to find Miss Dior as you are to find nail polish remover. A favorite of the Upper West Side set for over 50 years, it's a place MB could spend hour after hour.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Jonathan Adler Redux







They say it's never a good idea to meet your heroes, but after my very recent experience at the Jonathan Adler store on Greenwich Avenue in NYC, I'm here to tell you, whoever said that must have had some pretty sorry heroes. Last night, after popping into the Jonathan Adler store quite by accident, I met him!!!! (No, you can't touch me.) Yes, that's right! I met Stephen Moss!!! (Who did you think I meant?)

In a nutshell, Mlle Bagatelle had been perusing the lacquer salad tongs, hip menorah candles, and even hipper menorahs for quite a while before deciding on a small stocking stuffer for a friend. As the cheery associate at the cash wrap was ringing up her purchase, MB specifically asked for one of the store's special Christmas shopping bags. (Having accidentally missed out on them last year, MB has felt somewhat unbalanced--sort of like the feeling you get after reading that Sarah Palin's book has just made the New York Times' bestseller list. And I mean, the TOP.) After explaining to him the reason behind her request, this man, who incidentally has the kind of happy aura that makes you want to go to his house to drink a little of his water said, "You're kidding! You won't believe this, but the designer is actually here tonight!"
"The designer?" MB muttered in disbelief. "Of the bag?"
"No, of the Chrysler Building.*" said the associate. "Yes, of course of the bag! Just a minute--I'll introduce you!"

Well, you can only imagine Mlle Bagatelle's excitement! After a full year of admiring this bag (a year during which she developed an almost scary willingness to do bad things to get it), here was the actual designer! If Vermeer himself had walked in to the Metropolitan Museum of Art that afternoon as MB was gazing at "The Milkmaid," she could not have been more shocked, but there he was in the flesh--Stephen Goss, graphic designer, there for night to get a feel for how the stores ran (and thrill its patrons beyond words). Modest, soft-spoken, and with manners that make Opie Griffith seem like Don Rickles, Mr. Moss seemed genuinely touched and flattered that I had such admiration for his work. (At least I think that's why he kept putting his hand on his heart. Either that or he has some sort of arrhythmia that needs to be checked out.) The first honest-to-goodness shopping bag designer MB has ever met, he shared with me the fact that I'm actually the second shopping bag collector he's met; the first being a friend from grad school to whom he promised to pass on my information.

Those who grew up in the era of carpet murals on airplanes and string art in every room will certainly appreciate the moxie of Mr. Moss' designs, not to mention the clever homage to Mr. Adler's work (compare the shapes hidden within the swirls and paisleys to Mr. A's ceramics and you'll see what I mean). Like the philosophy of the store's founder, the designs are fun, bold, and full of whimsy and I can't tell you how much MB wishes she had thought to have SM autograph one.

So, Mr. Adler, whatever you've been putting in the company Kool-Aid and martinis (and whatever etiquette book you have them reading**), keep doing it. My experience at your store and with MG in particular, has made me a customer for life.



*No, he didn't actually say that--I just got a little carried away.
**Seriously, this group does it right--I had occasion to speak to the staff at the SOHO store and they are equally as accommodating.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Tory Burch






Usually, anything trendy sends me running in the other direction, but I have to admit a weakness for the whole Tory Burch esthetic. Her sleek orange and brown, orange and olive, orange and purple, orange and magenta, orange and gold boutiques remind me of the bachelor pads so many of my parents' friends had in the 70s. Formulaic, maybe (geometric wallpaper, lacquer and lucite as far as the eye can see, gold accents and one giant white statement piece which was usually the couch), but timeless nonetheless, the minute I walk into one of these boutiques I'm suddenly back in a high rise overlooking the East River, overhearing my parents and their host discussing last night's David Susskind show. In fact, she is so on the money with her interpretation of understated 70s glam, that one almost can't help but be reminded of this designer's iconic designs.

Speaking of that designer, did you know he designed his own coffin? And I thought I was a planner! If you have the same inclination but lack the skill, these talented artists can help you create just the right box for the afterlife.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Fendi




Fendi always makes Mlle Bagatelle think of PETA protesters which makes her think of fur which makes her nostalgic for this commercial for the Ritz Thrift Shop; a commerical that played virtually non-stop during her childhood and which she absolutely loved. A sort of upscale Salvation Army for fur, this store must have supplied half the women in 1970s New York with fur coats (before they had to worry about being ambushed by animal rights activists hurling fake blood). Like lots of girls growing up then and there, Mlle Bagatelle could recite the copy by heart and knew just when to pause, caress the collar, and charmingly say, "Oh, thank you," to the imagined narrator. 

And speaking of the Ritz Thrift Shop, looks like there's another commercial from 1969 with which Mlle Bagatelle was unfamiliar. Airing a few years before the iconic "Oh, thank you," spot, this one doesn't have quite the refinement of the subsequent ad. The voiceovers* in this are hilarious, especially "Mr. K" saying "...and for some glamour in your life..." You'll see. (Love the way his New York accent turns "Somali leopard" into "Somali lepud." Ah...my people.)

Also, don't miss the change in wallpaper. They clearly shot both commercials in the exact same part of the store using the exact same mirrors but changed the wallpaper at some point in the years between shoots. While the first one seems to be a mylar tree theme and the second seems to be more of a camouflage pattern, they're so similar it makes you wonder why they even bothered. 

*I don't want to speak out of school, but doesn't the narrator sound a LOT like Mr. K?  Hmm?

Diane von Furstenberg





When I was in school, I had a theater professor who asked us to define the meaning of tragedy. After much pointless, repetitive, and highly predictable discussion, we came to the weary and unavoidable conclusion that most tragedies have to do with situations and experiences that could have been avoided had it not been for some ill-fated action on the part of one of the characters. 

CUT TO: THE BAGATELLE MUSEUM MANY, MANY YEARS LATER

This, my friends, is a tragedy. Like the Venus de Milo's broken arms or Steve Wynn's Picasso, this Diane von Furstenberg bag is a piece of art that can never really fully be restored to what it once was. We here at the museum have come to accept that and can say nothing except:

Oh, the humanity!!!

Prada





Well, the Devil may wear Prada*, but apparently so do a number of angels as evidenced by this literal silver lining. I have to admit that the Prada bandwagon is one I've never jumped on, but I have to give big points here for a number of reasons: the heavy-duty embossing, hidden handle attachments, and sheer durability (seems to me this would hold up about as well as one of their real bags). 

Also, if you haven't seen the exhibit that won't die, "From the Waist Down," be sure to check it out (I'm SURE it's coming to a city near you--it started in 2006 or something like that and was shown again as recently as this year in Seoul. It's the become the fashion equivalent of Riverdance.) It's essentially a collection of Prada skirts that spin around and (if I'm remembering correctly) are helped along by the use of fans. It's well worth catching when it comes to your town. 

*I'm not putting a link in here because for some reason the Prada site keeps shutting down my computer. Knowing me, it's something I'm doing wrong, but just in case, I'm leaving it out.