I’m a Fashion Editor, and I Shop at the Dump

The plain black wicker bag between my knees bore no designer label, just a “Made in British Hong Kong” tag that dated it to the last millennium. Extravagantly sturdy, it had the air of what magazines might call an investment piece. When the friend sitting next to me at a New York Fashion Week event inquired about its provenance, I decided, for once, not to lie.

“It’s from the dump,” I said. Read more at The New York Times.