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| - Located amongst the Venetian Canal shops, it looks just like every other high fashion men and women's clothing store stumbling in this slow economy.
The "50% off" sign next to the door barely caught my attention, but it was the passing glimpse of "Jean Paul Gaultier"'s name printed above the racks along the far wall that turned me on my heels and into the door.
Dressed in a random Fendi black t-shirt, black velour shorts and fitted Equinox fuzzy jacket, and scuffy white sneakers, the staff originally left me alone. I randomly sorted through the designs, the fabrics, the colors... until I reached a rack of corsets. Then I fell in love.
I gently pulled one in jet black and rich dark purple from the racks and laid it against me to get a feeling of if it would fit. The salespeople at that point were quick to descend.
Why don't you try it with a proper pair of pants? Oh you'll need a great pair of heels for that, got just the thing... and for the night it would be great with a jacket.
My poor wingman who was dragged along for the ride was also caught up in a flurry of fabric, pulled into the sudden human game of "dress-up-doll". All I had to do was stand there and they kept on switching garments on and off me, running to the racks to get more, oohing and aahing over each outfit. They were really knowledgeable about the uniqueness of each and every piece they brought to my attention and the materials and methods used to make them.
They cut the price on me for the jacket and I agonized over it, still gazing adoringly at the corset I originally coveted. I looked at the salesguy pointedly, he whispered a number in my ear.
I ended up buying both. That and a pair of "stuck-to-my-skin" skinny black jeans. Total damage? Enough to cover my rent for 4 months. *sigh*
Important Note:
I was surprised to find on google that there were two negative reviews in another site about the really pushy salespeople. Including one about a girl who tried clothes she didn't like and while doing something else, the salespeople convinced the boy that she loved it and him to buy it for her. Even more so was a single guy who posted 6+YouTube videos about having bought a suit, leaving it overnight for alternations, not liking the alterations they did and THEN demanding a full refund.
I agree that salespeople are nice but very aggressive compared to what we may be used to in the average department or retail store. But they didn't force me to run my credit card or sign on the dotted line, so I'm realistic in that I have only myself to blame for an entire future of surviving on instant noodles.
But I'll do it wearing an amazing corset and Jean Paul Gaultier jacket =P.
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