When I was about seven years old, I asked my folks, are we rich? They laughed. We lived in a bungalow on a picturesque island that formed part of government employee housing. For me, rich meant living in a ‘house with stairs’ like my classmate did. Thinking of it now, I had quite some interesting ideas about how to measure wealth.
Forget wealth – Lagosian poshness is something to behold. It is the trail of perfume left by a woman headed to her daughter’s graduation. It is the immaculately manicured fingernails of an NYSC corper. It is the leather-soled tapered shoes of the guy who fixes your air conditioner.
Forget wealth – good taste is poshness’ best friend, and in Lagos, it has long since found a home. So where better to unveil a limited collection of hand-finished Minku leather bags and purses than the home of immaculate good taste itself?