Harrods
Oh the luxury, I feel like I’m gliding through each department as if I were walking through times zones. I sound so cheesy but I can’t describe how superlative the shop is.
Kurt Geiger, Crockett & Jones, Tom ford, Ermenegildo Zegna, are the striking designer’s for men’s shoes
The aroma of perfume clouts my face, and the array of foreigners gallivanting around as if this were their flea market, is a vision of bewildering madness.
An Alexander McQueen clutch bag grabs my attention which reminds me of the Rimmel advert with Kate moss. I feel almost embarrassed by not carrying the emerald green bag that dictates the label of being the luxurious, affluent shopper. Walking empty handed, I wander about the store, a lonely, pitiful window shopper longing to own what the shop possess.
Can I help says a friendly sales assistant full of smiles, I look up, paste a wishful smile on my face thinking, ‘yes, yes I want everything’, an answer ‘’I’m fine thanks just browsing “.
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