Leave it to me to walk inside one of the most high-priced luxury boutiques in the world and have zero clue where I was and what it meant. Now I laugh at my first brush with the brand. It wasn’t until much later when I learned all that Hermès represented. My mom could surely afford her fair-share of leather goods, be it at Hermès or someplace else, but with little knowledge of designer goods (she only recently got into purses… blame me), we quickly perused the store and went on our way. I was just shy of 18 years old at the time, with little money to spare on clothes and going out, let alone thousand-dollar bags. Suffice to say, neither she nor I were familiar with the storied fashion house. (Out of my entire collection, she’s only bought me one bag, which was a birthday present. It was the first time I learned of Hermès, the first time I entered one of the luxury brand’s boutiques, and unfortunately, the first time I asked my mother for a handbag in which she declined. Yes, many “firsts” happened all at the same time on that trip. When we entered and glanced at a hefty price tag for a measly wallet, my mom shot me back the kind of glare I’ll never quite forget.
I haphazardly said to her, ‘Mom, you should buy yourself a bag (she was celebrating her 50th birthday), and while you’re at it, gift me a matching one.’ I clearly had no idea what I was talking about. I was in Paris, for the first time, and dragged my reluctant mother into the flagship store on rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. I remember the first time I came in contact with Hermès.
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