working in luxury has it’s perks. one – getting a sociology lesson whilst doing your job.
promptly at ten am this morning, i found myself tapping at the pristine doors of neiman marcus rodeo.
what i didn’t expect was the throng of middle to old-aged women standing in the valet cue behind me. by 10:02am the store was teeming with overly-supple socialites eyeing manolos, twaddling prada’s cashmere knits, and trying on baubles that could likely be seen from space.
i immediately thought to myself, so this is where post-prime debutantes come to die.
a singular heard – migrating across the shoe department to make-up to accessories and all not-so-subtly awaiting the feeding trough 3rd floor restaurant to open their doors so they look as if they are doing something mildly productive with their time…or at least CHOSE to do this than having no better alternative.
in a way it was sad. in a way i was jealous. (who doesn’t love space baubles?) but, most of all it was fascinating.
a lightbulb went off. so this is the luxury market. rich (and mostly aging) women who have no clue what do to with their mornings (or money) so they do the wilshire cell block: neimans to saks to barneys (and down rodeo if they are feeling really
lost ambitious) all before lunch calls.
had i had all the time in the world (like these women) i would’ve stayed to watch the migrating patterns as afternoon set-in, but since i did have to go back to work (rude) i left the retail safari and handed my valet stub to proverbial peacock of the pack a.k.a my wannabe-actor-slash-valet to be on my way.
quite the educational start to my tuesday.