I’m rarely seen without my rucksack. If I leave the house without it I tend to feel naked. People regularly ask why the hell I bother…and I list everything of importance that’s in there: notebook, pens, reading material, water…my spiel usually quietens them down. However, I’m rarely able to find rucksacks I like in ‘the real world,’ but the internet is choked full with tantalizing offerings. It was difficult to choose just four, but I did it after a bone achingly long time, and here they are.
Dressing Darkly This Summer : The Best Rucksacks
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 