As with all women, my bag is my life. I couldn’t survive without it, but these days I’ve noticed that the contents have changed a little bit. In New York I always have a hand full of makeup items, a pair of heels and a pair of flats, a stack of invitations for events and press previews, and an ever-present umbrella. But on assignment here in Doha my activities and purpose are different. It didn’t become clear to me how different until I emptied out my Jo bag yesterday. What I found:
-My flipcam, to document just about everything
–A stray lip-gloss, the only makeup I attempt to wear in the blistering heat
-A notepad and pen to jot down ideas, quotes, to-dos
-The local currency, which feels more like monopoly money
-A pashmina, to protect me from the ever-present air conditioning
-My current read, which is amazing by the way
And along with a bag of snacks, I’m set for the day. Oh and my camera cap, because my Nikon is in my hand, snapping away.