There’s a standby in magazines, in the part of a magazine that editors call “front of book,” or early pages, to feature a bag of some kind unpacked, its contents arrayed, the entire thing photographed from above.
I never turn past one. I like to read them slowly and stare at each item. It can be a movie star’s handbag, a mountain climber’s haul bag, what…
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