It was one of those days when I thought I had to get a new expense off my back. So I decided to treat myself with a new designer bag. I went to the store and browsed through the aisles, admiring the collections of almost every brand there. Then, I saw it. It was irresistible. It was the holy grail of bags – a fake Louis Vuitton bag. It was beautiful. I had drooled at the pictures in the magazines, and now it was right in front of me. I had to have it.
The material was exquisite. It was so much softer than I had imagined. The color was impeccable. There were many small details that made it look so real. I had seen many good replicas before, but this bag was an entirely different species. It was difficult to believe that it was fake.
The bag even had a lock that had to be clicked open before you could get into it. I had heard stories of people being fooled by fake bags, but I knew exactly what I was getting into. Well, maybe not ‘exactly’ because this bag was better than I expected. I expected it to look cheap and fake, but it didn’t.
As soon as I had clicked the lock open, I knew I was in love. Not just with the bag, but with the feeling of finally owning something that I had desired all along. It was the feeling of satisfaction, of joy, and of finally having something I thought only supermodels owned.
It had only been two weeks since I’d bought the bag, and yet I had become so attached to it. Everywhere I went, I had it with me. I even began to feel a little jealous of the people around me because they could not feel what I felt every time I touched it. I was so proud of myself for finding this piece of heaven, and I knew that I was only going to make it mine forever.
The bag had integrated so well into my wardrobe that I couldn’t think of an outfit without it. I was the talk of the town – compliments came from all directions. Everyone wanted to own the same bag, but they would soon find out that it was just unobtainable because it was what they called “fake LV”.
Every accessory I owned just seemed to fit better with this bag. The belt buckle and locks were all so charming and oh-so-smooth. It was as if the brand and I were destined to be together. I even got so much attention in public that I started to feel a little in-real with the whole situation.
I made sure I kept the bag away from the sun and the dust as much as I possibly could. I carried it every day with utmost care and with love. Even when I began to get bored of it, I still held it close to my heart. It made me feel unique because I was sure that everyone did not own an accessory as exquisite as my ‘fake LV’.
Then I soon began to wonder why anyone would go for an original when I had such a great replica in my hands. It was not different from the original LV… maybe it didn’t have the authenticity tag, but it made absolutely no difference. Whenever I used it, it just made me feel confident in myself – as if I had achieved something that not everyone could have.
It made me feel important and that nobody else had what I had. Even eras later, this would not fail to make a statement about who I was and what I stood for. It had really become an invaluable part of my wardrobe, something even more special than the original LV.
It is true that no matter how fancy one’s wardrobe is, all the pieces of clothing don’t matter unless there’s an amazing accessory to boost it up. And that’s exactly what my ‘fake LV’ did to my wardrobe. It made it all the more beautiful and fashionable. I understand now why people are always in search of designer brands.