Sunday, April 20, 2008
I just had my weekend in Vegas - thought it would be good for me to be surrounded by endless retailers - I wanted to check out Palazzo and Barneys New York. More than that, I needed to see my friends.. The Vegas Shopper, Westcoast Fashionista, and Chrome Hearts Queen, the Vice Guy... and Hermes Hombre and his wife Jockin' Jill.
I knew something was odd even before we landed Vegas. Every single flight to Vegas I have taken in the last 7 years was a loud party - people were ready to gamble and they were intoxicated even before they boarded their planes. This time, I thought I was going down to attend Bar Association's Estate Planning conference. I actually slept on my way to Vegas.
When I stepped into the Vegas Airport terminal - again, I thought I arrived at St. Paul/Minneapolis.... no blinging lights.... no chiming of slot machines. Very serene for once.
As we checked in our hotel - again, for Friday.... the Casino looked very empty. Oh well, that's ok - I never gamble anyway, and I come to Vegas to see my friends, to shop and to dine. In less than two days, we strolled through Bellagio's Via Bellagio, Caesar's Forum Shops, Venetian's new Palazzo. I noticed... over and over, I see same stores with bored employees... and same porn-chic girls all dressed the same - cookie-cutter outfits - made to look like strippers - strolling along British tourists which added a nice pseudo-sophistication to the mega pseudo-city.
We used to say, if the girls' skirts hemline gets shorter, that means we are in recession? Even on holidays, I could not help myself quickly doing some cost accounting.... why do Bally, Ferragamo, Coach and all have to have 5 stores within 1/2 mile radius? Let alone.... mostly empty? Did you hear Louis Vuitton will open 30,000 sqr food store in City Center? That's their 3rd within 5 blocks! Like Westcoast Fashionista says... it's testosterone-driven craziness! I hope the retailers are thinking of 20 years ahead to break-even in Vegas... no way you make money - or if they actually make any profit in Vegas now or soon, that proves that we the shoppers are simply dumb...
which put me back on the porn-chic young women we encountered in Vegas.... Barneys New York should hold some seminar for them and give out Simon Doonan's new book Eccentric Glamour..... I read it, feeling.... I am not alone!..... (Blond-Ambition Partner-in Crime knows beside Tory Burch, I had Rachel Zoe passionately!)
No I did not buy anything from Hermes... I did not buy anything Lanvin..... but I made my Am Ex scream while at Chrome Hearts! .... now that's Socialite mixing with Existentialist!
Perhaps, I should attend that Estate Planning Conference in July......
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 1:36 PM
Monday, April 7, 2008
I woke up early this morning, as I do everyday, with my NPR morning news. In my half sleep, I heard - "Paris".... "Torch"...... "Fire"...... I woke up thinking "My Paris is Burning!!?? My Lavin!! My Hermes!!"
Much to my relief, as we all know - it was about the Olympic relay torch that was NOT burning because of protest. I listened to the news with nice, warm, fuzzy feelings.... since the Bastille Day, has French actually protested violently that involves fire?? ...well, besides their regular labor and student strikes that make the City of Light smelly.
It reminded me our version of infamous '99 WTO protest in our sleepy, tree-hugging, java town. That was violent. I could not leave office because I was too stupid to go to work which was 2 blocks away from the WTO venue. I saw people wearing gas-masks walking around downtown. Even police horses had high-tech masks. People walked around naked in our wet, cold November weather...
When I saw photos of my beloved Paris protest, I realized, even under these stressful situations, Paris gendames look chic in their "inspired by Tour de France " inline skating gears. Even protestors with banners dress nicely - look even regal -over there. "Droit de l'homme" sounds more intelligent and sophisticated than... "human rights"...
Everything they do in Paris - it's done with Class and Style.... Everything we do in Seattle, it's done with grunge as by Sadgasm.
I know Dalai Lhama is coming to our town in a few days after the Olympic torch comes to The City (=San Francisco, of course). I hope we the West Coaster can decorate Golden Gate Bridge and Space Needle with Panache....
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 1:09 PM