Alright, briefly, in pictures here's how it breaks down.
I have to wonder who is buying a 1500GBP jacket on the internet assuming that sizing is consistent season to season. I know, free returns, (thanks Zappos! for your incredible business model.) but Jesú Hache Cristo, get out of my fucking face YSL cotton jacket. I am not waiting up to 2 billing cycles to get reimbursed 3Gs iffin' and whenin' you don't work out. But that's me, I'm sure there are thousands of women who don't care about the cost. Rich people aren't more tasteful as the city of Los Angeles will attest. People there pay for class. Salespeople in high end stores seem to take the responsibility of offering class to the classless very seriously.
How can you feel annoyed with people wanting to ogle the goods that you yourself cannot afford? Not without your employee discount you can't. It's sad to see so many sales gals in H&M jumpsuits giving you the up and down for no reason other than they feel they're tied to a moneyed class in a way that you as a window shopper are not. We are the same, you and I. We both love clothing, so put those tired classist notions to bed, we're in America and it's a fucking sunny 72 god damned degrees and breezy. What are you being so fucking sour for?
On a related note, I bummed around Opening Ceremony in LA for over an hour touching and pulling at all the garments last week. I've got to say, there is absolute shit finishing to many new exciting CFDA noms' garments. Just sayin'. Unfortunately it seemed to be a problem with the Americans and less so with the Europeans. Some shoes from some collaborative brands were so chintzy that I wondered who would ever buy them because they weren't luxurious looking. They looked like little plastic toys made in China. My brain can't wrap itself around spending 1200 dollars on unfinished organza hems. It makes my heart race in the bad way, like my dreams where people are breaking into my house.
I had this fantasy that the most charismatic and coolest salespeople somehow filtered through the bedrock in some sort of filtered pure form of salespeoplry at the best stores but this is not the case. I had a shit ton of Pretty Woman moments at a bunch of LA places. I can't take snobbery from an idiot in a thrifted denim jacket and Z. Cavarriccis seriously. How do you reconcile yourself with this stuff? Because it frequently brings me down and keeps me from staying interested in the game. It makes everyone here in Portland seem that much cooler and makes me less interested in leaving for LA. I've also noticed that LA always wants to call another store for you but they want to look bored and annoyed while doing it. Mixed message! Don't offer if I have to look at your shitty face! The bakery staff at Ca'd'Oro were the most helpful of all the places I went and they only sell wholesale bread. Seriously everywhere else in LA, take a page out of their book. Carbs and service!
tl;dr: parts 1& 2 AKA L.A. Nadir
Alright, briefly, in pictures here's how it breaks down.
I have to wonder who is buying a 1500GBP jacket on the internet assuming that sizing is consistent season to season. I know, free returns, (thanks Zappos! for your incredible business model.) but Jesú Hache Cristo, get out of my fucking face YSL cotton jacket. I am not waiting up to 2 billing cycles to get reimbursed 3Gs iffin' and whenin' you don't work out. But that's me, I'm sure there are thousands of women who don't care about the cost. Rich people aren't more tasteful as the city of Los Angeles will attest. People there pay for class. Salespeople in high end stores seem to take the responsibility of offering class to the classless very seriously.
How can you feel annoyed with people wanting to ogle the goods that you yourself cannot afford? Not without your employee discount you can't. It's sad to see so many sales gals in H&M jumpsuits giving you the up and down for no reason other than they feel they're tied to a moneyed class in a way that you as a window shopper are not. We are the same, you and I. We both love clothing, so put those tired classist notions to bed, we're in America and it's a fucking sunny 72 god damned degrees and breezy. What are you being so fucking sour for?
On a related note, I bummed around Opening Ceremony in LA for over an hour touching and pulling at all the garments last week. I've got to say, there is absolute shit finishing to many new exciting CFDA noms' garments. Just sayin'. Unfortunately it seemed to be a problem with the Americans and less so with the Europeans. Some shoes from some collaborative brands were so chintzy that I wondered who would ever buy them because they weren't luxurious looking. They looked like little plastic toys made in China. My brain can't wrap itself around spending 1200 dollars on unfinished organza hems. It makes my heart race in the bad way, like my dreams where people are breaking into my house.
I had this fantasy that the most charismatic and coolest salespeople somehow filtered through the bedrock in some sort of filtered pure form of salespeoplry at the best stores but this is not the case. I had a shit ton of Pretty Woman moments at a bunch of LA places. I can't take snobbery from an idiot in a thrifted denim jacket and Z. Cavarriccis seriously. How do you reconcile yourself with this stuff? Because it frequently brings me down and keeps me from staying interested in the game. It makes everyone here in Portland seem that much cooler and makes me less interested in leaving for LA. I've also noticed that LA always wants to call another store for you but they want to look bored and annoyed while doing it. Mixed message! Don't offer if I have to look at your shitty face! The bakery staff at Ca'd'Oro were the most helpful of all the places I went and they only sell wholesale bread. Seriously everywhere else in LA, take a page out of their book. Carbs and service!
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