I have a super deep respect for Loewe's leather goods ever since I went to go see their factory in Spain last year and heard many an employee say the word "leather" with a heartfelt and impassioned Spanish accent. I emerged gaining a newfound knowledge when it comes to their world famous leathers but the truth is all in the touch. The Flamenco bag, which I've used for a while, is constructed out of Loewe-approved lambskin (as ridiculous as it sounds, this isn't just any lambskin, this IS lambskin culled from lambs bred in the heights of the cool Spanish Pyrenees) is unmistakably on another level of butteriness and the leather is so thin that I'm always scared someone/thing might scratch it when I'm pressed up against someone's armpit on the tube. The new Leo bag which is an open top-handle tote is made out of calfskin which is hardier but still buttery. Maybe not wafer thin buttery but you definitely still feel the urge to pick up the bag and smoosh your face in it (doesn't everyone want to do that to great quality leathers?). It's also a roomier specimen and comes with a snap-on envelop clutch inside the contrast-colour lined bag.
All last week, Loewe went Leo mad by asking seven bloggers to showcase how they'd wear the Leo. Inevitably the candy pink style came to me. Bubble pink would also be a more appropriate description and naturally all of my bubble coloured outfits all came out for the occasion. I gather I've already been cussssssssssssssed down in Spanish on Loewe's Instagram for looking ridiculous. Ha! I say to them, that it's their dead loss for not knowing the joys of matching up the pink shade of the bag to pink-friendly bits and pieces. In essence, it's an ongoing extension to my Funny Face-inspired Think Pink mantra. If a character modelled on Diana Vreeland declares that thinking pink is the way for a lady to have a bit of joie de vivre and that quelque chose, then who am I to say she is wrong?
P.S. I know my language about leather can be a bit gross inducing. Especially if you're a vegetarian and/or don't buy leather goods. I blame Jay Rayner and his unapologetic meat eating. How he writes about pork fat is basically how I feel about leather.
Disclaimer: Please note that this post relates to a commercial project for Loewe.