I'm not sure on the internals, Elle, the sticky out bits can be taken out like 'files' but the pictures I saw indicated it's not the world's most practical bag but I liked it enough to order and find out. I mean otherwise, it has great credentials with a Celine-esque vibe made in the same factory as Loewe bags.
Sock, are you snubbing the Bellini's

Ok, as promised a day late
The Antwerp Reject Diaries
I tried on a lot more than listed but below (multiple posts) is pretty much what I probably would have bought, or at least the majority of it had I been in a more willing mood. I didn’t photograph everything but have pulled internet images where I could find them. Also, Antwerp fitting rooms have really terrible lighting 
Helmut Lang white sleeveless top, it was a touch big but I could live with that, I thought. I miss wearing lots of white in the summer but on more critical inspection I really did have to give in and acknowledge it was just too big, which became rather apparent when leaning forward towards a mirror and spotting the rather inviting view 
Rick Owens silk/acetate camisole- I love Rick Owens so probably was determined to love this, and I really did like the unusual neckline and I could even deal that it wasn’t all silk (acetate is a funny material, I only ever come across it in the high end and the stuff is pretty much indestructible IME, think officially it’s semi-natural as it’s pulp based) but it was just too roomy in the middle (again a size too big) and whilst it looked okay tucked in the Toteme trousers, that excess fabric would bunch up and work against me with the rest of my wardrobe and it was too long a length to wear over trousers/skirts.
Vanessa Bruno white dress - I used to have a bit of a white dress problem. Loved them in summer, and wore them obsessively from a very young age much to my mother’s horror since I also had a chocolate ice cream obsession. I think that was kind of the problem, the weight loss thing does do a number on you mentally and it’s taken a while for my mind to catch up to the reality of it all despite my proportions having remained exactly the same. By no means do I look terrible in this dress but for whatever reason, it just no longer felt like ‘me’ and more ‘old me’. I’m taking it as a sign I’ve moved on, which I suppose can only be positive.