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| - The clothes themselves were great. I love Tom Ford's designs, so clean and slick.
Attitude of the salesmen were NOT. Good God, why does this boutique the size of a matchbox need six people on the floor? The sheer coldness and disinterest of the salesman, along with a good pinch of rudeness drove us to go give our money to Zegna, (who was really super friendly and chill and we had a blast shopping there!)
Oh, hey, my shopping partner in jeans and a shirt that doesn't fit? He's my best friend. Owns a private jet. Whatever amount of cars. He loves clothes, especially since he dropped eighty pounds and was so proud to shop in the small section. He loves to fly to new places in ONE set of clothes, namely, whatever he's wearing on the plane, and an empty suitcase and shop, buy all the clothes he needs for the trip there, and go back with them (yeah, I know, how nice.) I spent a good half hour over dinner talking about how awesome the Tom Ford boutique is and what a legend the man is in the world of fashion and the utter snark of the salesman sent us packing pretty quick and made me look like a fool.
And if I say I work for a particular company, don't openly trash one of our productions to me. Social Grace 101, bro.
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