It seems as soon as another piece of heritage hits the scrap heap someone somewhere yields thier pop art power and reinvents it into, what else, a handbag. I miss these red beauties, my hometown luckily still clings to its solitary box. And yes, it smells like 50 years of urine and cigarettes but we still love it! Marc Jacobs and this L train passenger obviously do too.
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