When this tote arrived to my home back in December, all the other bags cried a sad, abandoned song. Yes, a few clutches made it out of their dust bags for holiday parties and such, but the bigger guys have been hibernating since Céline’s arrival. It’s simple: they don’t fit a million things I feel like dragging around with me, while managing to maintain a soft-as-a-butter and a light-as-a-feather structure.

This is the Phantom Cabas tote in medium, the original tote’s bigger, badder cousin. There is really not much to it, yet it’s so flawless. Plus, black suede/navy calfskin combo is always a winning one.