A little shopping on a beautiful day…
Val and I drove up to the Holt’s Last Call store where she looked at horrible sun hats for her cruise and I molested leather jackets and $1999 pants.
The only item I ended up buying was a pair of skinny Modern Amusement chinos (due to being funemployed at the moment) but I had fun trying on a few things…
Look at this ugly Burberry shirt. It was well made but I mostly tried it on as a joke.
Okay, that’s a lie. I kinda liked it. Look how nice it looks with my $4 ribbed henley.
I thought this Helmut Lang shirt had some interesting details but how many white shirts with interesting details do I really need?
It’s kinda sad to see that even Helmut Lang gets my relatives to make his clothing.
I really wanted these. They were crazy baggy and just super chic.
I miss Dior Homme by Hedi Slimane. But Kris has got the goods. I just want to see him develop more as a designer because frankly, his shows are a bit of a snoozefest. Regardless, I really wanted to get these.
They reminded me of something Uncle Jesse would wear with white Reeboks.
Which is a good thing in my brain but a bad thing out in public.
I tried on another Burberry shirt. It fit perfectly and probably would’ve worked really well with the Kris Van Assche trousers but again, how many interesting white shirts can one man own?
I reluctantly put this back because if I really wanted a shirt like this, I can get a mall knock-off for 1/28th of the price. A little pirate-y I guess. Burbaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrry.
But my favourite piece was this amazing $799 (sale price) Band of Outsiders trench.
Very flasher chic.
Also found the best desert boots for $45 at this new outlet store that sold Prada, Moschino and Kenneth Cole shoes.
But goddamnit, they had every size except mine.
Sometimes I wonder if Holt’s Last Call is just playing with their customers by putting out used lip balm, shower gels and clothing that is so shredded that it looks like a family of raccoons had burrowed in the bin. Sometimes it’s really depressing to see a $3000 jacket be placed in a huge rack of last season’s 46 waist Elie Tahari dress pants.
Holt’s Last Call is a really sad place now that I think of it. It takes all the glitz and glamour out of shopping for designer goods and turns it into a dung pile of damaged and rejected goods. People throwing clothes around and complaining about the prices as I drool over all the tie table with sale ties that I still can’t afford.
I think the most glamourous thing I saw at Holt’s that day was Arsinée Khanjian (Atom Egoyan’s wife) ordering a shoe boy around.
That, in itself, is pretty sad.