Prêt-á-Porter
Yes well, Happy New Year and so forth.
There are three important pieces of information I want to share with you:
- Anyone who dismisses polyester out of hand doesn't know what he/she is talking about. Polyester in the right quantity, on the right garment is a wonderful thing.
- iPods do not like sitting in a car for six hours when it is 5 degrees outside. (When did it suddenly become winter? Wasn't it 50 degrees last week? Oh well, let's go play in the snow!)
- Pakistan is our friend. Yes, our friend. And anyone who tells you differently is either a terrorist or Pakistani.
Go, Pakistan.
I was in Marshall Field's this weekend and I noticed a lovely shirt hanging on a rack. I approached it, thinking that I might be inclined to acquire this object due to its irresistible aesthetic appeal.
I observed that it was made by Dolce & Gabbana. Well, let's have a look at the price tag, shall we... No! Oh my God, no! Avert your eyes children! Avert your eyes!
Now, keep in mind, this is just a shirt. It doesn't have microchips embedded in the fibers, nor does it generate its own electricity. It's a shirt: $335.00.
Now, let us suppose that I were a rich man. I might see a shirt that I covet, notice that it costs $335.00, and think "What the hell. My financial opulence is without boundaries, I'll buy it."
I suspect that I would come to feel that paying such a price is so unreasonable, regardless of the circumstance, that the fact that I had done so would be an indictment against me.
But a jury of my wealthy peers would never convict me.
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