Making A Fuss Over Jerome

November 3, 2011

Jerome Dreyfuss handbags have arrived at Le Hoof. A massive French Cool bomb just exploded. You may think you are safe coming in and leaving empty-handed. Alas, you are seriously wrong. Every time you walk out of the store, it feels as if you have left your child (or an equivalent love) behind. Part of the reason for a sense of abandonment could be the fact that each bag has a name. An identity. As it should. I mean, we spend pretty much every day with our handbags and they carry a lot of crap. The leather used is the best you can find (Jerome Dreyfuss has created Agricouture, a company which follows strict environmental legislation). There is also the man himself, Jerome Dreyfuss, who makes the bags so special. He just gets what women need (hello to his wife Isabel Marant, who is one of the coolest women EVER). The saying “it’s in the details” has rung true with Jerome Dreyfuss. Who else has charmingly thought to add a flashlight on a leather cord inserted into a bag? Oh and the pockets – a place to put/find EVERYTHING.

SO, come in and meet the family.

Minigor – “My dreamy figure and my many compartments will make people jealous. I go easily wherever you want”

Twee: “An adventurer spirit! My many pockets please the messy ones.”

Billy: “Very adaptable, the women who adopt me very quickly find that they can’t live without me”

Bob: “Cool and charming! With my adjustable strap, you can carry me over the shoulder”.