Overpriced
A bag carrying its price where the logo belongs. The tag is milled steel with a satin finish, hung on a short chain from the strap hardware, and it reads OVERPRICED ON PURPOSE, one million pounds, YOU PAID FOR THE IDEA, .NOT FASHION.
Every luxury house charges for the story and points at the leather. The markup is the idea, the object is the excuse, and the entire apparatus depends on nobody saying that out loud. This one says it on the tag, in the typeface the industry uses for its own price cards, at a number too large to be a transaction.
The honesty is the luxury. There is nothing concealed in the object, and that is the only genuinely expensive thing about it. A buyer who understands the tag has already bought the piece; a buyer who is offended by it was never the audience.
It is the fifth verse of Concrete Gospel and it belongs to The Machine, the book about control and greed. Alone it reads as a joke about handbags. In sequence it is a receipt, and the person holding it is on it.