*Sigh* Oh Lord.... I'm gonna be eating noodles for months because after shopping here, that's all I can afford. For men and women with the same addiction I have for shopping, this mall is like a crack addict walking into an open market opium den. Emporio Armani and Sergio Rossi is where I did the most damage this trip. I also found some awesome Rag and Bone jeans I haven't seem here in LA.
My only gripe is, why is it so damn hot in here??? Don't they know how warm it gets when you're trying on clothes??? Also, wear your comfy shoes, gals... this mall goes on forever and trust me when I say, you're gonna want to check each boutique. The storefronts are like candy stores enticing you to just have a taste of that new crocodile bag. I noticed that LV, Fendi, Gucci.. etc... carry a lot more bags than the Beverly Hills shops. This is either good or bad news depending on your wallet.
A strange crowd here, I must say. Lots of ghetto trash. Stretch jersey mini skirts and plastic 6 inch glitter heels abound.
Welcome to Vegas