Bag Whore: Dior Saddle

I’ve been waiting for the Saddle storm to pass before mentioning it at all because—shock horror!—I, too, have have been swept up by its revival. Normally, anything that shows up in my Instagram feed more than three times per scroll is a deterrent, but this time, I wasn’t immune.

Like every other girl who once lived for international Vogues and now dwells on the Internet (and its digital subspaces), I dreamed of owning a Dior Saddle the moment I laid eyes on the bag Carrie Bradshaw clutched under her arm. It wasn’t your typical rectangular or hobo-shaped purse, but oblong and just the right amount of peculiar to catch your eye. I lost interest once its crazier iterations were snapped on the arms of celebs, but once I hit my 20s, I was sentimental for the bags of yore—purses I lusted for, but at the time, couldn’t afford. (If you look at my collection now, you’ll see that most of my handbags are has-beens: no longer popular, and therefore prime in my eyes.)

Dior’s Saddle is that rare exception that made its comeback, hard. Found on the shoulders of influencers everywhere since mid-July—which was called out as a controversial campaign over the lack of #ad/#spon or mention of gifting—the Saddle gained notoriety and triggered nostalgia. Everyone who was someone and their followers had one before the end of summer.

…including me. Guilty, as charged.

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xx

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