Back in my hotel room, I found myself staring at the briefcase. Suddenly it struck me that it was different because it had a sloped line! That was it. Seeing that an object can have an unconventional shape but retain its essence felt so empowering.
My vision for the design was born. Every inspiration I’ve ever had, had its place in this design: French elegance from the 60s, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, my favorite wooden Pinocchio, the Russian avant-garde, Japanese Zen, even my grandmother’s beloved briefcase. I could not believe how much of my life was encapsulated in one bag.
The vision didn’t come from me; something else moved it through me. Something I had never experienced with such clarity.
My soul celebrated.