Imagine the world without David Jones. The Aussie department store landscape sans DJs would be vacuous, unsophisticated, and heaven forbid, dominated by Myer. I like to think of DJs as a little bit of Barneys in Sydney. Multiple levels of fashion, backed by legendary DJs service (most of the time), and an entire level of upmarket as it gets food court to rest your weary feet and re-fuel mid shop. My favourite mid shop pit stop is the Champagne and Oyster Bar. Hello Moet and seafood. Cosmetics, shoes and fashion galore has every female covered from her head to her feet, and in today's patchy retail climate, there's always a sale bargain hiding somewhere in there. The beauty of BJ DJs is the size - it's big enough to carry everything a girl's heart could possibly desire, yet small enough feel somewhat intimate for a department store. Not sprawling and discombobulating as many can be. The change rooms could fit a rugby team inside them, and they're wrapped with mirrors to you can ensure every angle looks its fashionable best. And the lighting is flattering, unlike DJ's obnoxiously bright sister... yes, that four letter word again. Extremely confused as to how DJs lost the likes of Sass and Bide to you know who. What's the retail world coming to? Might have to reach for a bubbles at the Oyster bar to recover. read more