My mother has good taste. She told me about Bottega Veneta when I was a young girl, and when their store opened in our mall she told me that it was a fine place to shop for handbags. I am so grateful to my mother for planting the seeds of the finest of taste.
Only recently have I learned about the company's history and the workmanship that goes into each piece. That's what you get for reading The New Yorker. No, I can't post a link to the great article, as Conde Nast is highly protective of their Intellectual Property. Ya know what, good for them!
Bottega's classic butter-soft leather woven bags have a distinctive look which has been copied many times over. You know the look, but you just don't know that it's Bottega. These bags are the ultimate understated elegance. One need simply only to say Bottega and nothing else. No flashy labels, no flashy logos, no flashy nothing. Their artisans, working out of a small town in Italy, are trained and apprenticed to hand-craft their bags.
Indeed, their company motto is "When your own initials are enough."
I don't want a Kelly bag.
I don't want a classic quilted Chanel bag.
Louis Vuitton totes? So passe!
One day I would love a big ole Bottega.
|Advertisement from back of a recent New York Magazine|
I was blown away to see the above ad. Just as my 5th grade teacher taught me, if the ad is on the back of the magazine you know it's important. Check out how they are making home furnishings now. And look at that pillow. I'd take just the pillow alone!
Last spring I had the opportunity to visit their Manhattan store on 5th Avenue. What a lovely ambience. Some older women were in there buying Bottega luggage. As if!
Take a guess as to who now owns the Bottega company?