My bedroom smells like leather. You know, that earthy, healthy real leather smell that boggles the mind because cows most certainly don't smell that good? I wake up in the morning and breathe it in before I even open my eyes and remember that I have a new camera bag. And that it was made to order out of real leather. I try not to be so materialistic most of the time, but I get something new so seldom these days and let's be honest...this camera bag is possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever clapped eyes on. So I revel in it. And breathe in the smell. And put my camera in, and take my camera out, and put my camera in again. And I adjust the strap for the hundredth time and I heft it onto my shoulder and I dare to pretend that I am somebody important with my genuine leather. Even now, I quietly tell myself that someday, if I work very very hard, that might actually be true.
'manhattan' camera bag is from copper river bags