Look Upstairs!
But you go up those stairs and it's like Alice through the looking glass because suddenly you're in another world, walking among untold racks of Dior, Chanel, Kenzo, Gucci, Pucci, Prada, Ungaro, Sass and Bide jeans, and shelves of Louis Vuitton handbags, Marni handbags, Marc Jacob handbags, Jimmy Choo shoes, etc, etc, etc, etc. Sodding names up the whazoo, and it's all gorgeous!
And all these clothes are selling for between HK$400.00 to HK$800.00. I'm not kidding. You get a cashmere Chanel cardigan, say, for HK$490.00! And a breath-taking grey Marni pouch in the softest, softest lambskin, say, for HK$2000.00! And, say, a pair of diamante-covered Jimmy Choo's for HK$300.00. It's all just so impossible to believe. And nothing in there is fake either. Those prices and all real!
What's the catch, you ask? Well, there are a few and it's those various catches that have me so intrigued:
First off, every item of clothing is in American size 4 and all the shoes are HK-size 37.
Secondly, most items look like they may have been worn, but only once and by someone who knows, loves and takes care of her clothes.
And finally, the woman in there is a heinous mean Alpha-bitch who has the least talent for selling in the entire city of HK, and we're talking a population of 7 million, all of whom know how to sell as their genetic birthright or something.
Gosh, this woman is unpleasant. She glares at you from the moment you arrive, and then dogs you around the store, right on your heels, glaring and sighing and tssking, and if you touch anything, she immediately afterwards touches it more than you did, and when you pull something out for a closer look, she's all furiously hissing through her teeth, and when you put something back, she immediately straightens the coathanger just the nth degree, humphing all the while. Not a nice experience at all, and yes, never once in the dozen or so times I've been up there has she ever said a word to me!
So, are you as intrigued as I am? And have you reached the same conclusion I have?
It's a tiny boutique in Wan Chai, in an alleyway just off Queens Street East. Middle of nowhere, right? Very unprepossessing, right? You'd go past it without glancing at it, right?
But you go up those stairs and it's like Alice through the looking glass because suddenly you're in another world, walking among untold racks of Dior, Chanel, Kenzo, Gucci, Pucci, Prada, Ungaro, Sass and Bide jeans, and shelves of Louis Vuitton handbags, Marni handbags, Marc Jacob handbags, Jimmy Choo shoes, etc, etc, etc, etc. Sodding names up the whazoo, and it's all gorgeous!
And all these clothes are selling for between HK$400.00 to HK$800.00. I'm not kidding. You get a cashmere Chanel cardigan, say, for HK$490.00! And a breath-taking grey Marni pouch in the softest, softest lambskin, say, for HK$2000.00! And, say, a pair of diamante-covered Jimmy Choo's for HK$300.00. It's all just so impossible to believe. And nothing in there is fake either. Those prices and all real!
What's the catch, you ask? Well, there are a few and it's those various catches that have me so intrigued:
First off, every item of clothing is in American size 4 and all the shoes are HK-size 37.
Secondly, most items look like they may have been worn, but only once and by someone who knows, loves and takes care of her clothes.
And finally, the woman in there is a heinous mean Alpha-bitch who has the least talent for selling in the entire city of HK, and we're talking a population of 7 million, all of whom know how to sell as their genetic birthright or something.
Gosh, this woman is unpleasant. She glares at you from the moment you arrive, and then dogs you around the store, right on your heels, glaring and sighing and tssking, and if you touch anything, she immediately afterwards touches it more than you did, and when you pull something out for a closer look, she's all furiously hissing through her teeth, and when you put something back, she immediately straightens the coathanger just the nth degree, humphing all the while. Not a nice experience at all, and yes, never once in the dozen or so times I've been up there has she ever said a word to me!
So, are you as intrigued as I am? And have you reached the same conclusion I have?
THREATDOWN
The financial meltdown
forcing millionaires' wives
to sell off their own wardrobes!
forcing millionaires' wives
to sell off their own wardrobes!
And let me tell you, they aren't at all happy about it!
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