My Grandmother's Bermuda Bag

This bag, I believe, has celebrated sixty summers this year--from its purchase at Trimingham's (RIP) on Front Street to summers on the North Shore of Long Island, this bag has had a long and carefree life in some of the best places to summer. It is one of my defining pieces, a bag that I feel most identifies me with myself. It is the bag I reach for every summer, and it's big enough for just the essentials--a stick of sunscreen, a good book, sunglasses, keys, my card case, a camera. All you need.