autumn tactics

I’m really picky about shopping. If something isn’t perishable, I’ll probably think long and hard before actually buying it. I get this from my father, who takes months and possibly years before making any sort of significant purchase. Everything I buy, before I do I have to resolve about ten thousand issues, ranging from everything about the ecosystem and the world economy to how much more cramped it’ll make my house feel and if how often I’ll really use it.

But this post isn’t about describing another of my neuroses to you, it’s about my (not a) purse.

For the longest time I wanted a small bag for my camera. A lot of times I don’t want to take my whole bookbag with me, and it’s not good for carrying my camera anyway because stuff mixes around and it’ll get scratched, or crumbs in it or something. I have the segmented camera bag that my parents bought for my grandfather about twenty years ago, but it’s too well padded, too large, and too touristy. It’s great for getting through the airport with film, flash, and replacement lenses, but it’s a pain when I’m on the bike or running down an alley chasing after some cat.

So I’ve wanted just a small, nondescript little satchel for the longest time. But like I said I’m really picky about what I buy, especially if it’s something I’m going to use all the time and be to my mind part of the iconic ensemble that is me. My image is very important. Probably too much so. But the best way you can endear yourself to me is to listen intently to what I say, and you know my style. Mikiko is the best person in the world for this. She has developed a supernatural understanding of what I like and how I think, and so her presents are always riveting in how much they fit me. It’s as if I searched for a year and bought them myself.

Anyway, I wanted a bag for my camera, and I had a perfect image in my mind of exactly what size, weight, fabric, and style I wanted. Last weekend I found one in Koenji (obviously).

It’s made in Guatemala and wasn’t expensive at all. It’ll probably tear somehow and I’ll have to fix it, because I carry it with me every day now, forsaking my trusty JanSport if I can help it. It rocks. Yes. I am super cool.

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