Over the last few months, I feel like I haven't been able to leave the house without seeing an East/West bag in the wild. Long, sleek, giving just enough body to hold the things you need to get you from point A to point B—whether it's from the curb to the club or the subway to the office.

Prada's Bonnie makes me want to book a trip to Milan and never look back. The Alaia Clic beckons anyone with a pulse to the dance floor. Khatie's Simona is giving CBK hailing a cab outside The Odeon, and I can assure you that if the beloved Idaho from The Row was hanging in my closet, I would never complain about anything ever again. I'm OBSESSED!!!!!!
With Memorial Day weekend in full swing, here's a few places the beloved silhouette will be spending their holiday. Of course they are keeping things consistent and vacationing on a horizontal axis. Bon Voyage!

Hawaii
Is it outrageous to fly 12 hours for a long weekend when she already has a house in the Hamptons? Yes. Has she done crazier? Absolutely. After all, you really can't take it with you—and that includes Delta 360 status. She's been craving a White Lotus moment for a minute: sun, sand, absolutely no surfing, and hopefully everybody makes it out alive. At this point, getting lei'd is better than nothing.

Vegas
"Thank god I never throw away anything," she whispered to herself as she pulled the black Hervé Léger bandage dress out from the far left corner of her closet. One touch of rayon fabric instantly brought her back to 2010, teetering down Little West 12th Street in YSL Tributes. The girls were spending MDW in Vegas! Why? I think the appropriate question is "why not"? She's got a reservation at Carbone, a table at OMNIA, and an Alaia Teckle filled with only the essentials. Big money, baby!

Montecito
When Paul and Javier invited her last minute to spend the weekend with them in Montecito, it felt like a no-brainer. Soggy Manhattan staycation or Nancy Meyers fantasy in a Eucalyptus Hills guest house? There was no other choice. In the blink of an eye, she packed her suitcase with 50 shades of cream and headed west. Turns out, if you consume an undisclosed amount of Aperol Spritzes at the Rosewood Miramar, you automatically end up putting your name on a waitlist for a purebred golden retriever. She's going to name him ‘Riviera’.

West Village
"I love being a tourist in my own city," she told everyone who asked her what she was doing this weekend—and for the most part, it was true. It had been months since she'd left the Upper East Side. Dusting off her Sambas and light-washed denim, she spent the afternoon bopping around Bleecker Street, bought some Liquid Heat at Big Night, and ate her weight in tortelli at Via Carota. Turns out it really is nice being a West Village girl.

Aspen
Everybody knows the best time to be in Aspen is the spring—a debatable statement that she was currently making her entire personality, as that's where she was ringing in MDW. The only agenda of the weekend was becoming one with nature: hiking Smuggler and basking in the patio at Hotel Jerome, all while coordinating a different Kemo Sambe hat for each occasion.
Love
Curb to club deserves her own full post! 🫶🏻