Something from the Editors Pt 2 - 'In Conversation With' by Tina Parsons

‘Welcome to In Conversation With. I’m Hal Walsh and today I am joined by Alma, for what will be I’m sure, a fascinating insight into the life of one the most sought after of possessions, the designer bag.’

Turning to face Alma, Hal’s eyes fix upon her leather trim.

‘Welcome Alma.’

‘Thank you, I’m pleased to be here.’

Alma’s lack of movement is unsettling, causing Hal to feel quite jittery. His left leg is shaking like he’s upset a nerve and he places both feet firmly on the floor before continuing.

‘The topic of today’s conversation is The One, and I’m interested to hear your views. But first Alma I wonder if you could tell us a little bit about yourself?’

‘Sure. But before I do, may I just say that I am no more or less a possession than everything else around here, including you. I am a being in my own right. If nothing else, let’s be clear of that.’

Hal feels the colour rising in his cheeks. There is a pause, he crosses his legs, feels the shake return, uncrosses them.

‘Of course, my apologies.’

Hal’s eyes struggle to find a focal point. It is proving much more difficult than he had anticipated and he’s afraid of messing up. He begins again, softening his voice a little, desperately trying to restore his position of welcoming host.

‘Please, do go on.’

‘Thank you. Like you said in your introduction, my name is Alma, but I am not just a designer bag, I am a Louis Vuitton handbag.’

‘And may I say it is a pleasure to have you with us. My wife has long been a fan.’

‘Thank you, that means a lot.’

It is difficult to read Alma’s tone. Hal is used to relying on the facial expressions and body language of his guests for clues. Alma is giving absolutely nothing away.

‘What exactly would you like to know about me?’

‘I guess what we… err… I would really like to know is, what’s it like being you?’

Aware of his slight stutter, Hal tries to keep a check of himself.

‘Ah okay. Well, first of all, what you need to understand is that all things for want of a better word, are alive, they have a life, not just a use.’

‘Can you explain what you mean?’

‘Sure. I’ll be glad to.’

There is a pause, a second or two of silence when Alma seems to be taking a deciding breath. Hal shuffles the papers in front of him, reaches for his coffee, takes a sip.

‘From what I have seen of most humans, you tend to view the life of things in terms of their use, when we are in fact not so very different from you. We are conceived, born, and the way we realise our destiny is left largely to chance in much the same way as it is for you.’

‘Go on,’ Hal leans forward.

‘Well, just as you didn’t choose your parents, I didn’t choose where I came from. My origins in that respect are as complex as yours. I am a fusion, part canvas from the cotton fields, part brass from the depths of the earth and part hide from the finest cows. Like you, my heritage can be traced back through time and is as multi-faceted as any you might come across.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘I’m sure you think about the traits you’ve inherited, wonder about the lives of those who went before you and how their experiences have affected you?’

‘Yes, when you put it like that, I’m sure we’ve all had those thoughts from time to time.’

‘I could have become anything, a shoe, a saddle, or even a tent. The list is endless, and yet the fact that I am here now in this form never ceases to amaze me. I think the phrase you use is nurture versus nature, and it is as relevant to me as it is to you.’

‘Now that really is food for thought.’

Hal is beginning to enjoy himself; he imagines the listeners sitting up and taking notice.

‘Once I was destined to become a bag, there were various stages I needed to pass through to become myself. Much of my early life was directed for me. As I say, just like yours.’

‘So, am I right in thinking that what you are saying is that your being made into a bag is similar to our experiences of childhood?’ Hal asks tentatively, afraid to offend.

‘Exactly that.’

‘Fascinating. Please, do go on.’

‘Of course. Once my basic components were fully developed, I was purchased as part of a batch, and then in much the same way as you go to school, or like puppies are taken away from their mothers, I was separated and moulded into shape.’

Hal’s eyes fix on Alma.

Alma laughs, ‘I’m guessing you never thought of it like that?’

Hal shakes his head.

‘Take a look at your shoes,’ Alma says and waits for Hal to move before continuing. Hal bends over his knees to look.

‘See the way they are moulded, that didn’t just happen, not only does it take skill, but think of the pain. Blood, sweat, and tears are not exclusive to you humans, it’s just that we have a different way of experiencing them.’

Alma is gaining pace, and Hal senses that she is enjoying the sound of her voice.

‘At my graduation, I got to wear the iconic LV logo and was decorated with the leather and brass accoutrements you see before you. It was the best day of my life.’

‘Yes, very nice. Impressive. This is fascinating. What happened next?’

Hal notices the technicians are not just listening but taking off their headsets, craning to get a better view. He visualises the ratings and feels his pulse quickening.

‘As bags go, I was one of the lucky ones. Being part of the Louis Vuitton family meant that I did not get thrown out into the world of retail, left to figh