The topic that won't die: Fannypacks. I would like to point out that The New York Times is about eight months late to the party (yet how fashionable!).

A GritCity history lesson:

Let the record show: I predicted the hipster mustache. A good six months before The New York Times noted a backlash against metrosexualism and therefore, a proclivity of the slim-hipped, record-collecting sort to go scruffy, I saw it coming.
Last night at Bumbershoot, even one of the darling girls of CocoRosie was sporting a drawn-on French 'stache that made me think of Gauloises and gin. (oh la la)
So take this down: Fanny packs.
If you're British, go ahead and call it a bum bag.
I've counted exactly two in the past month, and honestly, I'm not necessarily endorsing this trend, but consider: Strap your cell and your debit card to your hip and you've got one more hand for a PBR. **
Just sayin'.

** Until everyone starts drinking Schlitz instead.

So anyway, the NYT offers its take on 'packs – in France, it's le banane, s'il vous plaît.

For his spring show, Takahiro Miyashita, the designer for the cult Japanese label Number (N)ine, accessorized his rock ’n’ roll frontiersmen with washed leather ammo packs in earthen tones. Phillip Lim created trim belt clutches that look as crisp and fresh as his nearly-all-white collection. And Kris Van Assche, the newly appointed Dior Homme, proved that even le banane – in bright yellow suede, no less – can look immensely sleek with a boxy gray suit with the sleeves scrunched up.

Niki, this means you. Haven't seen the Vegas fanny pack in eight months. What gives?

Anyone else in the market for a "belt" bag?