Prior to my visit to the “Original Vintage Fashion Expo”, now in its 22nd year and counting, should I be ashamed to quip that I could not have told my Pucci from my Gucci? Or be stunned by the fact that my favorite plastic, polyoxybenzylmethylenglycolanhydride, had a wicked street following under the jewelry moniker Bakelite? Nah. But amazed was I that some of you lovely women would drop $7,500 on a bag made of goats, as long as it carried a tag reading- Louis Vuitton: Suhali L’ Extravagant . OMfG!
