Capri

« Women think all the colors except the absence of colors. I have said that black has it all. It is the perfect harmony. »

– Coco Chanel –

The first thing is, you’re saying it wrong. It’s CAH-pree, not Cah-PREE. (It’s O.K.—Frank Sinatra made the same mistake.) The second thing is that Capri, even if it is very small, has more fabulous people per square foot than anywhere else on earth: Americans who require only one name—Puffy, Mariah, Julia, Tom, Oprah; luxury-fashion designers Valentino, Armani, Ferragamo, and Diego Della Valle of Tod’s; and European royalty, whose names alone—Prince Lallo Caravita di Sirignano and Princess Mafalda von Hessen—are enough to remind the rest of us how basically low-rent we really are.

In Capri, there were also the fashion set (Marisa Berenson, Penelope Tree with her boyfriend, photographer David Bailey) and assorted millionaires (Philip Niarchos, Aristotle Onassis, Edmond and Lily Safra, Gianni Agnelli, Charles Revson, and the Shah of Persia).

“It was a crazy moment,” remembered the designer Valentino, who in the late 60s bought the Villa Cercola, one of Capri’s oldest villas, where he still stays. “All the fashion people, all the models, all the movie stars, it was a sort of dolce vita.”

Everyone on the island knows what is, and isn’t, “Capri,” but ask someone what Capri is and you’ll usually get meaningless one-word proclamations—“Capri is harmony!” “Capri is the absolute!”—and sometimes, with an Italian wave of dismissal, “Capri is Capri.”

Our Capri model is the handbag which link past and present, classic and rock.
Regarding the size of the bag, it depends on what you want to play and to put in.