For as long as I can remember, I have loved a look. Not just a handbag, not just a shoe—but the story they tell. Long before I ever considered joining social media (can you believe in the not-so-distant past, there was a time that I utterly detested social media?) Mais, let’s stay on track. Before #QuietLuxury (mes amies know how I feel about that) and #VintageLife started trending, I had curated a life that blended elegance, history, and gaudiness. Oui, j’adore the term gaudy.

Bonjour mes amies! When it came time to build my Louis Vuitton travel collection (aprés a childhood of dreaming of these pieces), I didn’t run to the boutique for the newest Monogram Eclipse or whatever limited edition drop may have been en vogue or literally in Vogue. I went vintage.

D’accord, that previous statement isn’t wholly true, I definitely got carried away, desoleé. Vintage mes amies will remember when I was the le premier (oui, let me enjoy my limited edition artist collaboration Louis Vuitton flex) to purchase the KidSuper x LV collaboration (in the world), while I was á Paris (click here for unboxing.) Vintage, vintage mes amies will also remember when I purchased my Horizon, deux of trois Toiletry pouches (and a few more, mais I’ll stop listing because je suis contradicting this entire post) brand new.

Growing up, many of my fondest memories were when the latest fashion magazines would hit the newsstands and eventually, my dining room table (aprés I opened my first bank account in tenth grade and received a debit card solely to order from catalogs and pay my annual magazine subscription fee.)

Mais, when I couldn’t afford European Vogues, I’d go to Barnes & Noble and stare at the covers like they were portals into another world. In “En Vogue”, I discussed how magazines like Vogue (french Vogue to be exact) were my textbooks on design. I studied every glossy page, memorizing the way models nonchalantly carried monogrammed trunks, sipped champagne, and traveled in silk suits.

I learned early that luxury wasn’t just about logos — it was about posture, presence, and storytelling.

At dix-ans, I knew I wanted that life. Not for the labels, but for the feeling. D’accord, the labels feed into said feelings.

Fast forward to adulthood, and Secure the Bags While Securing the Bag (SBWSB) became my blueprint for living beautifully and strategically. My Louis Vuitton travel collection wasn’t built in a frenzy of “new new new” (all of the time.) It was built carefully, piece by piece, with the same patience and determination petite Jessie showed, flipping through those magazines.

In “You Look Poor Wearing Logo Designer Items”, I shared beaucoup of the low-rent comments I received when I began blogging (I still do now, it just doesn’t bother me…as much) about my affinity for monograms and loud luxury. In the event that you may have forgotten (it has been some time since I posted a blog): it’s always #TeamTooMuch avec moi.

While admittedly not as functional as other luggage, I prefer gliding avec a monogrammed, sticker-adorned Louis Vuitton as I imagine that I’m late for a cappuccino avec Josephine Baker, simply because.

Without further adieu, here is a roundup of Louis Vuitton travel items that I own (and will soon own):

Horizon, Horizon (Nior Leather): Purchased Horizon brand new. S’il vous plâit let me know if you’d like an updated blog as to whether I think it was “worth it.”

Garment Bag (Under $500), Slim Garmet Bag

Toiletry Pouch (26), King Pouch (purchased both of these pieces brand new á Paris.) Limited Edition Toiletry Pouch (purchased from #luxonthebus

Keepall 45 (Purchased vintage), Keepall 55 (Purchased vintage)

Poche (Purchased preloved)

Agenda PM (I use it as a passport cover)

Why I prefer vintage

Choosing vintage means honoring craftsmanship. It’s a way of saying: I value the hands that stitched this, and the journey it’s already made. My vintage 1980s Keepall avec le perfectly patinaed handles? She has stories. She’s seen more passport stamps than Motown hits (click here to watch my Detroit vlog) before she ever arrived at my door.

Vintage Louis Vuitton wasn’t just a practical decision; it was a love letter to the dreams I had as a child. When I carry my vintage Keepall through an airport, and watch the bellhop stack my Louis Vuitton luggage, I’m not just viewing clothes being transported— I’m watching my childhood dreams materialize.

Vintage Louis Vuitton isn’t just luggage.
It’s manifestation.
It’s history.
It’s the blending of my childhood dreams with an adult strategy.

Secure the bags, while securing the bag. Tous les jours.

Ciao for now 💋