January 13, 2011
I’m not one to profess my unwavering adoration for a brand, but I do love Hermès, without shame, without a doubt.
the orange box of deep, deep joy
Much as I love the brand and my classic H-buckle Hermes belt, seeing everyone and their uncle and their local newscaster and their Euro-distasteful friend wearing it is starting to get a little disconcerting. But I saw this belt on my recent trip to Hong Kong, and it changed my feelings about Hermès and their waist-cinchers:
Hermès Etriviere belt in distressed black saddle leather
The “H” is vaguely recognizable, and is even obscured by the leather when the belt is buckled.
the Hermès logo ever so sparsely etched on the underside of the buckle
I’ve long wanted the Etriviere, but when I saw it rendered in this black saddle leather distressed to reveal undertones of bluish gray, I knew it was the one.
close-up of the leather
The leather is thick and sturdy, and, in the same spirit with which I rationalize purchases of such perceived frivolity, “it will only become more beautiful with age.”