This one is in the Louis Vuitton store. Our salesperson was a tranny with a tribal hand tattoo, so I felt a little more relaxed about being in the store. That jacket was amazing!!! (The boots are mine- Fryes that were a small fortune to my piddly pocketbook.)
Here we are in Barney's. Our salesperson sniffed us out and treated us with thinly veiled contempt for soiling this Rodarte dress with my grubby, average fingers. It didn't fit- couldn't zip up the back- but was awesome to see how such a thing was constructed out of leather and tulle.
OMG, Givenchy! This was an amazing stretchy perfection that housed my big ass like a good friend. (So much black because my dress size options were limited.) The fur was black icing on the cake. I felt like a warrior princess.
The last was is Lalala Lanvin. So amazing! The bitchy salesguy actually suggested it to me. So, what did we learn on our adventure? That the money from the next painting I sell should be spent on one of these.
I finally started getting into it with this Alaia party dress. I found the pedestal in the dressing room- they really do engineer this to be a fantasy come to life.