Style Spy, who dissects runway shows and award ceremonies with a shrewd and unsparing eye, commented after reviewing a recent Carolina Herrera show:
"... my usual soundtrack... is news programs where lately the talk is inching toward apocalyptic. Perhaps that's seeping into my consciousness to the extent I can't even look at pretty clothes without thinking,'Whoever wears that? Not worried about making her mortgage payment.' "
I picked up The New York Times' T Magazine, studded with goodies like a $4, 420 Revillion intarsia mink gilet, a Rodarte cobwebby cardigan, $2, 760 that "needs to be loved and cared for almost like a pet", and Balmain palm-print jeans, $3, 415.
Who buys these pieces? We all have a fair idea; if we don't exactly rub elbows with the lady, some of us have seen her waiting for her car. A few of my friends work for executives draped the exquisite armour of Armani and Lanvin.
I'm frustrated and annoyed when editorial content presents unremitting high-end choices. OK, I don't have to read them, and mostly I don't, but why can't they intersperse Valentino with Vince?
The $14, 000 Balenciaga alligator and agate pochette is a work of art, and also show me a $400 leather bag I can sling on and feel great in.
And a $2, 995 white calfskin replica of a Chanel shopping bag? My annoyance veers into disgust.
I did flip for the cheeky $960 Comme des Garcons black and white pleated jacket in "The New Collectibles"* story, and found myself thinking it was a good buy.
Maybe that's the sky-high prices' job: to inure me to the nearly thousand-dollar price point for a jacket.
* The splash page may change; find "The Goods" in menu and select "The New Collectibles" from the drop-down menu.