As I had a shopping list longer than a Starbucks que in Dundrum I decided to get Abercrombie and Fitch out of the way first. Now I have never really got the whole “A&F� trend but I figured half the population of South Dublin can’t be wrong – can they?
In New York you can tell from a block away that you are in the vicinity of the A&F shop, in fact shop may be a misnomer as it is more of a disco that happens to sell some clothes. On entering you are greeted by a half naked male model with perfect abs and tweaked nipples. (not by me) He was like Gabriel at the gates of shopping heaven.
Inside the store / disco everything is pitch dark with the exception of some strategic down-lighters pointed at t-shirts. The music is even louder inside which is great as you can’t hear any of the shop assistants wishing you a nice day. After stumbling my way around the four floors desperately looking for a pair of night vision goggles or may be a t-shirt of two I eventually came to the vest section. Who knew clothes could be so tiny? I almost thought I was in the kids section except they don’t have one. You could have passed the vests through the eye of a needle, twice and still had room for a Camel. I bought 3 in the hope of making one big enough to fit me.
After getting most of the items I had been instructed to buy I left before my ear drums became permanently damaged. The people I felt most sorry for were the poor Irish Mammies and Daddies who were on the same mission as me but less battle prepared. Kids, it is parental abuse to send your folks to A&F in New York. At the very least give them ear plugs or turn down the hearing aid before they fly off.
PS - The cuffs are apparently MEANT to be frayed. How uncool did I feel finding that out the hard way.
Assuming you are very drunk, in a dark room and squinting - a lot. Email me on Irishflirtysomething at hotmail.com
October 22nd, 2007 at 9:03 pm
Ugghhh! Sounds like hell, I’m always so close to losing my mind after a day shopping in NY and that would just push me over the edge…
October 22nd, 2007 at 10:04 pm
Eh you taking orders for the group? I could do with some stuff…..
October 22nd, 2007 at 10:08 pm
Hello - a bit like prison, you get used to it.
Man - don’t you start…..
October 22nd, 2007 at 10:34 pm
it’s a sure sign you are getting old, but at the same time it’s the closest I will ever get to the set of the OC
I went in for ten minutes and ended up staying 2 hours… that place is pure babe heaven
October 22nd, 2007 at 11:13 pm
LOL I had the same experience in A&F in London. Long shopping list, pitch black dark and booming music. I just accosted one of the half naked sales models and got him to help out!! Worked for me
October 23rd, 2007 at 10:43 am
hey - you never asked what I wanted. Sulk
October 23rd, 2007 at 11:25 am
What happened at the Ball…..did you meet your prince charming?
October 23rd, 2007 at 2:47 pm
You should have realised by now, Flirty’s blog is just another flirtation. She tantalises us with trailers for eye-popping events and then forgets to tell us what happened. I mean, did she or didn’t she get into the ballgown? And did she resort to the Spanx?
October 23rd, 2007 at 2:52 pm
paul - something to please everyone
yin - result !
con - sorry but honestly couldn’t have fitted anymore.
ange - am working up to that story
nick - another shopping story then the ball, patience, patience
October 23rd, 2007 at 3:18 pm
lol. i cant fit into those clothes! as for the whole frayed thing, i wore a tshirt like that recently to our local (middle of nowhere in the county of roscommon) and i put my jacket back on after 30 mins. 6 people asked me if i had it on inside out - hehe
October 23rd, 2007 at 5:08 pm
My mother remembers when there was a special sizing for teenage girls in clothes shops called “Junior Miss”. It was assumed that when they grew up they would happily start buying clothes in the “Miss” fit. Nowadays women are expected to fit into “Junior Miss” sizes regardless of their age and are castigated horribly if they don’t. The reality is that A&C girls clothing is cut to a Junior Miss fit and is only suitable for pubescent Yummy Drummies who regard their midriffs as an erogenous zone because they haven’t developed boobs yet.
find the half-naked sales
October 23rd, 2007 at 10:54 pm
that’s A&F off my list then. I do not need any further shopping occasions on which to feel inadequate. Topshop seems to fit the bill already, filled as it is with pre teens who complain that everything’s too big.
October 24th, 2007 at 1:51 am
That’ll be a no then……
October 24th, 2007 at 11:35 am
The ball! The ball! Type faster!
October 24th, 2007 at 9:32 pm
Oh and Annie Rhiannon needs dublinites for her film - know anyone? you seem to know half of dublin.
October 25th, 2007 at 12:46 am
I’ve written a testimonial/tribute article on probably one of rugby greatest player on my blog.
Would certainly welcome you to post your cooments.
http://mundoalbiceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute-to-ficha_23.html
October 25th, 2007 at 7:25 am
A&F clothes smell great though. I once bought a top there and I could hardly bring myself to wash it. I had the sense that I even smelled hip and cool. You can’t buy that feeling. ‘Cept you can if you have $29.99. I wish I wasn’t so easily impressed. I mean a mere lack of lightbulbs in a store shouldn’t do it, should it?
October 25th, 2007 at 12:53 pm
Do the stores smell there? All of the A&F stores here reek of some horrid cologne.
My college roommate worked at an A&F when it was still a very preppy chain (she was a bit of an alterna-chick). The one time she actually wore one of their shirts, they nearly sent her home for “Not being Abercrombie.”
She quit the next day.
October 25th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
Okay, come in, number 9, your time is up. The ball, the ball…
October 26th, 2007 at 11:25 am
Hear hear. The ball already!
Oh and off-topic, my Mum’s here for the weekend and just mentioned that she always reads your blog. Hah!