Description
Giancarlo was handsome in a devil-may care kind of way. Always well-put together, but relaxed about it, unfussy: one needs no airs and graces when they are in themselves light as air and full of grace. Giancarlo was strong, sturdy, could hold so much – and did. And yet – and oh how you marvelled at this – did so with such ease, such grace, such saviour fare. Such discretion too. Never let anything spill. He held it all for you, no matter the size, he took the weight. Giancarlo was the one you could always trust. The kind of friend you want when the going got tough. Also, when the going was good. All times, anytime, is what I’m saying.
This bag is like Giancarlo. This is a bag you can rely on: a friend, an ally, a staunch solidarity member in the unity movement that is your life.
This bag has got your back; you’ll never not want it at your side.
Made local, in Pōneke Wellington, Aotearoa New Zealand.
