Found a friend in Grande Marnier.Besides the legendary Great Singapore Sale, I never thought anything else could beat the Christmas sale.
BUT I WAS WRONG.
The post-christmas sale is
the force to be reckoned with, that is, if you still have a spare cash stash after buying christmas presents.
This year, I shopped.
Next year, which is around the corner, I will shop
more.
This was the best thing that happened to me today. Kavina bought it for ME, and her really pretty girlfriend picked it out.
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Ever since I've taken a step into the corporate world, I've been paying more attention to office etiquette and what you may call workplace
faux pas. I make a mental note not to dress like a certain someone on the street to work unless I work at a brothel. I make a mental note to have an ice-blended Frappucino at 8am in the morning unless my idea of a working day includes a very very long toilet visit. I make a mental note not to speak like the Chinatown '
ah lian' when I'm asking my colleagues for a favour...
And then I spotted something that irks me till no end. This little creation has brought joy to many, and I mean millions, but it has brought nothing but discernment, disdain, and extreme dislike to me.
When I spot it, I think to myself: Yes, remind me why I hate Louis Vuitton.
And this is the wretched
thing:
I fucking wish as hard as hell that Marc Jacobs would make this bag a severely limited edition. Better yet, stop production.
I'm not saying I will never end up with a Louis Vuitton bag, I very well just may(though I refuse to pay more than $300 for that shitty monogram you call designer). But the key to wearing designer is to do it tastefully. To pick and choose one that actually spells class. There's a thin line between class and crass, and this bag is way over on the crass side. No thanks to Singaporeans, who only know how to overuse, overdo and overwhelm. (Remember the bubble tea fad?) Besides the recent doughnut craze, something else to draw a parallel with this LV FUG BAG that is the
Speedy, is Giordano's campaign - A World Without Strangers.
Many scorn at Giordano apparels because everyone has something from there, be it a pair of bermudas, an I <3 Singapore t-shirt, or a belt. Yes, that includes that auntie at your neighbourhood coffeeshop. So I may not be in Giordano's fanclub, but I applaud their immense success in achieving their objective of having a world without strangers, since everyone has a Giordano
something.
So what about LV?
Assuming a typical working weekday at 8.30am in the morning in the CBD, you open your eyes wide and start counting the number of LV monogrammed speedys you see around you. 3? 4? 5?
No, it's more like 3+4+5. Then multiplied by 2. (I did a very unbiased research for one week at the Tanjong Pagar gentry within our CBD limits.)
What the fuck?
If it comes down to a winner for the World Without Strangers campaign, the LV speedy is a shoo-in. Hands down. Overcooked and overused.
"Hey! I have that bag too!"
"Cool, how much did you get it for?"
"Like, about 900 bucks?"
"Really? Me too!"
"Hey you there! How much did you pay for your bag?"
"5 bucks. The underpass from Lido to Wisma got the best deals, and like, my friends all got one each. At least."
Are you still willing to shell out an exorbitant amount of cash for something that is reminiscent of the next pair of cheap skinny jeans that EVERY SINGLE SOUL IN SINGAPORE has?
This is not to mention the similar monogrammed wallet, messenger bags, totes, whatever you may.
Here's some advice:
If you do in fact have some cash to spare, and yearn for a signature designer piece that is not overused, overwhelming and overdone,
pick something else.
The infamous Jimmy Choo Ramona.
The extravagant Chanel Classic Flap.
The Dior Gaucho(right here next to me!).
The Fendi Spy.
Even the initially close-to-being-a-craze Balanciaga City bag.
Anything but the FUG BAG that is the Louis Vuitton Speedy.
