"No WAY", I think to myself as I wander around from the Corso. "I ALSO love Paris - Lulu and I should be friends!"
And Parisien Lulu seems on approach; the wrought-iron table and chairs outside the shop are reminiscent of long afternoons with an apertif on the Left Bank, the pink potted geraniums matching those everyone in Paris grows.
The clothes in the store are also very Parisian - very chic, and only to be worn by attractive and thin women. There's no doubt that the store has a buyer with very good, very consistent taste - but is it Australia? Is it Manly? I think not...
The prices are certainly like those in the Galaries Lafayette in Paris, or in the designer stores along Rue de Georges VII - at $500 plus, a dress from Lulu Loves Paris is certainly an investment. The sales staff are equally Parisien - chic, with perfect tans and long thin legs. However, unlike their notoriously snooty French counterparts, the girls in here are happy to help.
For me, Lulu Loves Paris is a bit too Parisien - too much of a dream, not enough of somewhere my real self can shop. read more