Canine Fanciers,
You call that a suitcase? Now THIS is a suitcase!
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/leader/news/free-louis-vuitton-exhibition-coming-to-chadstone/news-story/969ccc6f8410154c1a6f456ffbf945b5?nk=b599541c0f5a55ca8e5829f689b28a08-1518343896
It looks like the kid Pup didn't travel light.
None of this throwing yr cricket gear into a sports bag and humping it to the nets.
When yr the best batsman of a generation and yr Champion of the World, you'd wanna have the bespoke gear:
You have to love how the suitcase/trunk/wardrobe, which must be six foot tall, opens out into four panels to reveal the great man's gear; the draws for the boots and the creams are immaculate, and in goes the tin lid and the bat & pads, and if you look closely there's even a draw for Michael's box.
Outstanding.
It must weigh a ton, and would have attracted freight charges, not excess baggage.
Can't say that the autobiography Michael Clarke, My Story, [ 2017] pp, has enticed me beyond Chapter Three, but there is no mention of Louis Vuitton in the index.
You'd doubt, in the maturity of his retirement, that he'd want to own up to anything so ostentatious, and he probably couldn't wait to loan it back to LV [takes up far too much room in the mansion basement], in the hope that they will take it forever...maybe give it to the Lord's Museum.
Yeah.
That'd be the appropriate place for it.
Pup is, after all, one of the few Honourary Life Members of the MCC.
Ran into the immense power of brand while covering the Louis Vuitton Cup way back in '87 in Fremantle, which that C.C.C. Dennis Conner won in his 12-metre Stars & Stripes, which qualified him to successfully challenge Straya and win back the Auld Mug.
He got the LV Cup alright, but more importantly, he took the merch; worth much more than some ordinary silverware.
No money was spared on anything during the Glory Days with no less than 32 twelve-metre yachts going around in the LV Cup, and if you didn't have the right luggage, you were out of the scene.
Louis Vuitton managed the press very nicely indeed, including a state-of-the-art media centre with coaxial cables, electric typewriters and new fangled fax machines and such like.
But more importantly, LV sponsored the Thursday Five O'Clock Follies, which masqueraded as the weekly press conference put on by the Challenger-of-Record, the Yacht Club Costa Smerelda, for any questions on the week's proceedings, which was attended by upwards of a hundred journalists and lasted about ten minutes on account of out the back of the room were trestle tables covered in endless opened bottles of Moet & Chandon and a mess of Champagne flutes on an open slather basis - pour your own - but strictly only between when the press conference ended and 6:30pm, when the drink would be turned off.
Not a bad word was ever said or written about Louis Vuitton.
They were only sponsors, after all.
Nothing was ever said or written about what happened after The Follies, but when pissed toe-rag reporters and yachting types are let loose on what was then the outrageously expensive carnival streets of Fremantle waving half drunk bottles of Champagne in both hands, you can only imagine the havoc and depravity.
Toot! Toot! On the LV Gravy Train.
"where did I leave my luggage? ah, fuckit, what luggage?"
Looks like y'all have to go the Chadstone Shopping Centre to see this masterwork with yr own eyes.
It aint coming to you, that's the truth.
Down to the mall you go.
