I am going to try to write this review in conjunction with Dindo's review - for the sake of camaraderie, and in the interest of the reader who probably doesn't want to read a rehash.
Dindo and I are just two guys, waltzing around, looking for a place to review. We've happened upon the same place, it seems. And, being your typical male, bipedal organism, the first thing we noticed was the inherent worth in the establishment. Of course, I'm hardly experienced enough to judge the worth on my own, so I'm using the price tags as a guideline. I've not seen clothes so expensive.
But then, it's not often I'm in a shop selling things which can be described so accurately as 'gowns'. There are gowns. And gowns are expensive. So that's not a bad thing, I guess. At least, that's what my rational mind tells me. When I went into the store, though, I froze and panicked, and very nearly jumped right back out again. I thought, if I refuse to acknowledge the existence of this place, it'll be all the less likely milady will become aware of it.
But I respect Dindo's sentiments. He's 'a fiend for girls who pull off evening gowns really well', but (pun alert), I think I'm fine pulling them off myself, if it really comes down to it. And if I'm so busy pulling them off, one has to wonder what I'm doing (or what the average lady's doing) spending all this money in the first place, when the gown's going to be spending most of its miserable life in the dark confines or a closet or scrunched up on my bedroom floor, right beside my dirty socks.
And I noticed a certain dispassion from the staff as well, which docks the score a little bit. There are a lot of places I'll be lenient on for standoffish staff, but a clothes store (where I'm intimidated, lost, and a little scared) is not one of them. read more