- Lovingly Handcrafted
- Designed in Australia
- CAMILLA Accessories
- Ring detail
- Crystal embellished
- Scarf detail
- Zip top opening
- H at side 19cm, W 19cm, depth at base 2.5cm
The Magic In The Manuscripts Scarf Shoulder Bag embodies a world of bold red and soft pink florals dancing amongst golden filigree against a rich ebony backdrop. This luxury womens shoulder bag features a softly rounded silhouette adorned with a sumptuous scarf shoulder strap detail elegantly knotted on one side. With a zip top enclosure and shimmering crystal embellishments this designer handbag makes an exquisite style moment. Explore more from the Wonderkind collection.
SKU 00029245-MAGICMPT
MAIN: 100% SILK
Silk satin embodies a sumptuously smooth finish that offers a rich buttery touch to the skin. As a result of the satin weaving technique, it masterfully creates a fuller bounce to the body and drape details.
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MAGIC IN THE MANUSCRIPTS
A trickle of sun through lead light windows, the creak of an oak plank beneath my feet, and a whisper in time as a thousand stories hold their breath. It’s a new day in the hallowed halls of Plantin-Moretus Museum, Antwerp’s original 16th century printing house. The spines of renaissance tomes beckon, the delicate print of pages born centuries ago tracing 400 years of history or more. I wonder, how many tales are told within these walls, and how many lives I will have lived if I ever finish them all?
A trickle of sun through lead light windows, the creak of an oak plank beneath my feet, and a whisper in time as a thousand stories hold their breath. It’s a new day in the hallowed halls of Plantin-Moretus Museum, Antwerp’s original 16th century printing house. The spines of renaissance tomes beckon, the delicate print of pages born centuries ago tracing 400 years of history or more. I wonder, how many tales are told within these walls, and how many lives I will have lived if I ever finish them all?