So 2 weekends ago I went shopping (quel surpris), and I bought a bag. The bag I bought was a Maison Martin Margiela bag, classic, neutral, whatever. When purchasing the bag I went through the usual symptoms of, excitement, death, happiness, & death. I was thinking that the bag was a classic shape, super functional, will go with everything & very versatile. The second I got it I wore it religiously for almost 2 weeks, I wore it cross body, over the shoulder, in my hand. I wore it a million and one different ways day in and day out.