Fly me to the moon...

Okay, I will admit that Marc Jacobs' Pan Am bag is a little label whore-ish with its two, two, two logos for the price of one. But as air travel is such a dull, plodding pastime at the moment I'm pushing the virtues of the kitsch carry-on.

Anything to inject a little fun into the whole shoes off, lip gloss in a plastic bag process...