![]() ![]() The wallet was so original and beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Reaching for his card, he unleashed this sensational Airmail wallet full of one-hundred-dollar bills. Ten years ago, as I was dropping my son off at school, I bumped into the publisher of a glossy art magazine, who asked me for a reservation at Balthazar. Or worse: someone trying not to look a banker. Enough of these embarrassing episodes eventually prompted me to search for a wallet that would keep my credit cards and cash in order, but that didn’t make me look like a banker. But the payback came when I had to unloosen the cash: in furiously digging out a single bill from the compressed ball in my pocket, the whole discolored mass would spill out. This put a perceptible bulge in my Levis, which I wasn’t wholly displeased with. In my more successful days, when cash was king, my aversion to wallets forced me to stuff bundles of crushed dollar bills into tight-fitting jeans’ pockets. Wallets were too corporate and orderly and clashed with my natural bent toward chaos. Like leather jackets, they just didn’t suit me, and I felt sure the world knew this. ![]() The author’s Mighty Wallet looks like an airmail envelope stuffed with his cash and plastic. ![]()
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