You heard me: Chicken purses.
I cannot tell you how many times I have seen people carrying around this purse. First, my friend Cambria’s friend from USC, who we randomly ran into outside Dark Room in early June. Then, a girl on the subway a few days later who I thought might actually BE that friend of Cambria’s but who I eventually decided wasn’t. Then I saw it AGAIN two weeks ago when I was in the Oakland airport flying home to New York; an older woman was carrying it. I feel like I’ve seen it more than that, and then of course now on Katy Perry’s fantastically whacktastical blog (that’s the “I Kissed a Girl” crooner herself in the picture). It’s $30, and you can buy it here. What surprises me so much about the chicken purse is that I have no idea how I feel about it, sartorially speaking, which is especially weird considering that A. I normally have an opinion about everything, and B. this is a very specific item that it should be easy to form an opinion about.
So: hideously ugly crime of fashion (foul fowl?), or hilariously awesome ocular (ovular) delight?