You know what I mean: going into the brick and mortar store Neiman Marcus and browsing their curated collection of designer deliciousness.
It’s a rare occurrence for me these days and always a pleasure.
A few treats from yesterday here:
For the past year my style has been dominated by monochromatic outfits in either white and nude or blue and black All of the pieces are neutral with a little attitude. Yesterday I was on the hunt for a sassy black mule but didn’t find anything that needed to come home with me. On the lighter side, I found several stems I love: (top left clockwise) Gucci, Manolo Blahnik, Lawrence Dacade, Jimmy Choo.
I’m a huge fan of the ankle sleeve (white Jimmy Choo) although I wouldn’t buy it in white. A few nights on my feet and those babies would be black!
I wish I could have the same adoration for TF’s new handbags. Despite the fact that they’re made of the finest leather and hardware, the styles are unattractive to me. On the left, I see an oversized cigarette case folded over. My grandmother was a smoker, so maybe that’s why??? On the right a lazy Birkin being held up by a Celine Edge backbone. It’s almost like TF gave all of his sex appeal to the clothing and had nothing left for the accessories.
Looks like there’s been a shift to the sophisticated side. While the classic City Bag still hangs on the racks, she’s looking a bit slouchy next to the very structured Tube design.
LET’S PLAY HIDE AND…SALE!
Here are the rules. You, Mr. Sales Associate, hide this Fendi bag in the back room. Don’t tell anyone where you’ve put it. Then when she goes on sale, you run run run to the phone, call me, and I’ll find you to ring her up.