It was getting near dusk, and Newcastle was all soft blue-gray air and gold light, It was like I was wandering alone the golden street, it was hard for me to believe in this unglorious world. With one of my most brilliant, articulate black queen, we met earlier in the day for a cup of tea, and I caused an impressive ruckus by walking into the glass door of the tea shop with my tea in my hand. It went everywhere.
After the spillage had been mopped and my bruised ego alleyed, we got more tea, sat, chatted for a while, then walked, She knows the city very well because she was born there. This was my first time in the city. I followed her as we wove down streets and allays until we hit the river, it was heart soaringly gorgeous.
Finally, after strolling and sitting on the stone lip of the walkway for ages, freezing but happy, watching the water pass and talking about art, relationships, our job, and fashion.
She let me in her current bag brand obsession. All asked was ‘where is it?’, she said ‘here’- a designer handbag dangling from her skinny Malani arm, perfect cerise stitching over the finest creamy hue of Italian leather.
It was a beautiful handbag by HIBOURAMA an Italian brand armed with Italian heritage. The brand marries tradition with contemporaneity classicism and avant-garde design, the brand puts materials at the forefront to create a collection of bags and accessories that possess a fresh and extremely personal aesthetic with a strong ethos for made in Italy.
You have to respect someone who can turn something simple and common into something that is beautiful with a dose of sophistication.
