First off, lemme just say, getting your hands on one of these babies is, like, winning the lottery. Forget the actual lottery. Seriously. But once you DO, what’s lurking inside? Well, surprisingly… not that much, at least at first. It’s not like Mary Poppins’ carpetbag, overflowing with random crap. No siree.
See, the most common thing you’re gonna find, and I’m betting on this, are “press marks.” Yeah, those little dents in the lining from your stuff bouncing around. Like, keys (guilty!), wallet (definitely guilty!), and sunglasses (okay, maybe *I* need a bigger bag). It kinda sucks, right? You spend, I don’t know, more than a car on this bag, and it gets little imperfections inside almost immediately. I mean, come on! But hey, at least you know you’re *using* it, right? Displaying it is just… criminal.
And speaking of the lining, it’s, you know, leather. Good leather. The kind that still smells amazing even years later. Like, that reviewer said, “Hermes is…” and I just *feel* that! The smell is just intoxicating. It’s kinda weird, I know, getting excited about a *smell*, but it’s a Birkin smell! It’s different, okay?! (Don’t judge me.)
Now, finding the serial number inside is like a mini-treasure hunt. They hide it! It’s on a little square of leather, usually tucked away somewhere. After 2000, anyway. Before that? Who knows! I’m not exactly an expert, just a slightly obsessive admirer from afar. That’s why an authentication guide is a must, if you’re buying used. You don’t wanna get bamboozled.
Personally, I think the biggest “inside” secret is the *feeling* of owning one. It’s dumb, I know. It’s just a bag. But it’s a Birkin! It’s got that Jane Birkin history, that waiting list drama, that whole “I’ve-arrived” vibe, all wrapped up in the most luxurious leather imaginable. And that, my friend, is something you can’t put a price on. Even if the actual price is… well, let’s just say it’s enough to make your bank account cry a little.
