1 a’croc, 2 a’croc, 3 a’croc rock
crocodile bags are something i’ve always been after on vintage hunt. it’s in the same category as red lipstick, and pointy pumps. the kind of thing that gives me the feeling of dress up. heading into moms closet at the age of six and clunking around the house in shoes that are too big. carrying one of these beauties would make me feel like a lady, no label needed, just pure old school class. now, i can’t quite put together the pennies for the new ones but i’d take one with torn up lining and a musky scent.