On a recent Saturday afternoon, my friend Francesca and I enjoyed a fairy-tale shopping day. We were at Jeffrey, of course, moseying though the shoe department, pausing to opine on the merits of the Prada mule. We passed the dreadlocked D.J. spinning old Barbra and entered the women’s salon, where a Lacoste-shirted salesman, channeling Jeffrey Read More
On a recent Saturday afternoon, my friend Francesca and I enjoyed a fairy-tale shopping day. We were at Jeffrey, of course, moseying though the shoe department, pausing to opine on the merits of the Prada mule. We passed the dreadlocked D.J. spinning old Barbra and entered the women’s salon, where a Lacoste-shirted salesman, channeling Jeffrey Read More
Last fall, I wrote a big check at the J. Mendel sample sale and left with a new Russian sable jacket. My emotional state felt vaguely familiar: the initial attraction, the decision to commit, the pure physical pleasure, the brief afterglow … the guilt.
Though I knew sample sales could be dangerous, the invitation to Read More
Last fall, I wrote a big check at the J. Mendel sample sale and left with a new Russian sable jacket. My emotional state felt vaguely familiar: the initial attraction, the decision to commit, the pure physical pleasure, the brief afterglow … the guilt.
Though I knew sample sales could be dangerous, the invitation to Read More
