A Love Letter to Junior

Dear Junior,

There are things in life you buy, things you stumble into, and then there are the things you aspire to, quietly, patiently, until the universe opens a small, stylish window and says, “Go on. This one’s yours.”

You were that moment for me.

I remember seeing you for the first time — the Gucci x Adidas collaboration I didn’t dare dream of owning. My two favorite brands merging like fate had a sense of humor and impeccable taste. The retail price told me to behave, but the longing was instant. You were art. You were indulgence. You were that whisper of luxury I’d always wanted to claim without apology.

Junior in Tobago - January 2023

And then, in 2022, StockX made it possible. A thousand-dollar saving felt like a sign, like the fashion gods reached down and said, “Brandon, we see your vision.” When I opened that box, it wasn’t excitement — it was fulfillment. You were the first big reminder that I could have what I once thought was out of reach.

Junior, you are painted leather perfection — red, white, and blue like a personal flag of ambition. Your canvas interior has cradled my clothes, my souvenirs, my small breakdowns, and every version of me I’ve hauled across borders. And you’ve come with me everywhere that mattered: Montreal, Florence, Bogotá, Mexico City, Paris (of course), Trinidad and Tobago, San Juan, San Francisco. You’ve touched more continents and inspired more joy than most people I know.

Junior in his ancestral hometown of Florence.

I keep you on the highest shelf not just to see you, but to honor you. You’re displayed the way some folks keep family heirlooms — always visible, always reminding me of what it felt like to want something deeply and finally say yes to myself.

You’re more than a bag. You’re a promise kept.
A small, stylish victory.
Proof that aspiration isn’t just dreaming — it’s choosing.

With devotion and a love that borders on unreasonable,
Brandon

Junior at home after another successful trip abroad.