"To me, that bag was a sign that I'd made it. I was a young magazine assistant at Jane in late nineties, basking in the glow of New York City and being part of a world that I had grown up dreaming about from my bedroom in Indiana. I may have had the cool job, but that didn't mean I always felt cool. Oh, but that chic black nylon bag with the small—but instantly recognizable—black and white label made me feel like I belonged. I'm 42 now, and I can still vividly remember the feeling like it was yesterday."