Showing posts with label Barneys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barneys. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Barney's Warehouse Sale: oh sigh, why don't I live in New York?


Y'all know how I constanly bemoan the lack of certain much-loved shops in these here parts.
Well, this just in from fashionista.com. And sidenote: why oh why oh why don't I live in New York City?

"It's crazy, it's overwhelming, it makes you want to scream...

It's the Barneys Warehouse Sale.

But is it worth braving the insanity?

We did this morning, and you should too, if:

-You really wanted a pair of those satin cap-toe platforms Lindsay wore in the Miu Miu ads. There are lots, and they're marked down to $235.

-You need a pair of pants for work. There are piles of basic black, white, and tan slacks from Jil Sander and Balenciaga in the $130-300 range...
There's also the usual clutch of DVF dresses (some nice Vena Cava, too), mountains of Loomstate hoodies, a lonely feathered Giles gown, tons of Rick Owens tube tops ($50), and lots of great stuff from Balenciaga's capsule collections (Knits, Silk, Pants).

I picked up a Balenciaga shell ($99) and pants ($138)..."

LIKE, WHAT???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I'M DYING INSIDE. I'M DYING. EVERY MOLECULE INSIDE ME IS VIBRATING WITH JEALOUSY.

Maybe I can run away to New York and no one will notice.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Herself

Because Niall the husband is obsessed with clothes and thus, with shopping, I call him herself. Honestly. I had one bag today after a morning of shopping, herself was trotting around with at least 4.

We went to Neiman Marcus (he bought Prada jeans for $120), Saks Fifth Avenue (he bought some sweat pants, I didn't even bother to look at what they were) and we went to Barneys. Neither of us got anything, but he wanted to get a pair of Prada shoes. Another pair. Except they didn't have his size.

On that topic, how terrific is Barneys? I love it. It's so well "curated," I guess you would call it. I just love the buyers' taste, and not just cause it's similar to my own. Simply marvelous, beautiful clothes, the best and most interesting of the lot, and not over-crowded (that means you, Saks).