Anahita Bag

Anahita BagTHE STORY I was walking by the sea one afternoon when something caught my eye. A shell, half buried in the sand. Its surface shimmering in pink and blue like it had absorbed every sunset it had ever witnessed. I picked it up, held it in both hands, and thought: this needs to be a bag. The Anahita was born from that exact moment of seaside obsession, a handmade leather clutch that carries the ocean with it wherever it goes. THE CRAFTSMANSHIP Shaped

Bold • Pop • Fearless

ending in a single green emerald teardrop that grazes the jaw

but wrapped around her body was a tangle of black leather and silver chains that moved with her like they were part of her skeleton

thinking about how I'd make it my own

The contrast is deliberate

and simply walk in

and I was just the one holding the tools

Done with pink

·         Details: Four functional diagonal silver zippers

the smaller disc sitting just below the collarbone

no occasion

Its surface shimmering in pink and blue like it had absorbed every sunset it had ever witnessed