I did it.
I stumbled upon the store on Lincoln Road exactly at the right time. Actually, kinda late. I had no clue the collection was debuting that morning. Early. That early that campers started lining up at 6 a.m. with a determined grin.
I had an invitation to a ‘preview’ for the previous day, but unlucky me, it was in Toronto, Canada. So, since I had no hopes of going and landing my hands on the most coveted fringed black suede boots, aka “THE” boots, I removed it from my head.
Does your mind go fast when you give it the “clear go” to thinking?
Mine does and I had no problem forgetting.
Last time I passed by the store that early in the morning, it was on my way to unpleasant knee therapy because doctor was in an awesome Art Deco building across the street.
So, what a coincidence.
Now my colleague is at the coffee shop already waiting for me for an early meeting before a meeting. Work stuff.
Approaching the coffee shop is when I start seeing these fabulous huge cloth bags walking on Lincoln Road filled at capacity.
Emergency, this is the point of no return. There is no time to loose.
I drag her without explanation (and God knows how painful it is to be at the coffee shop, smell all the goodies and not being able to enjoy, sorry honey) into the rabbit hole of insanity.
To her dismay, people were pulling garments, boxes, threads and hangers from each other’s hands. It wasn’t exactly the way I had planned to introduce her to my fashion world.
How can you confute ‘The Devils Wear Prada’ theory when you catapult someone into a Coliseum infested by demons trying to buy Isabel Marant pour H&M and get away with it seeming sane?
The worst is yet to come.
I start picking something, but the frenzy is uncontrollable. So I end up with a pair of sweat pants from the kids collection ('size 12 will work for both of us' poor me tried to comfort myself for only landing on leftovers) and a pretty box that I think contains one bohemian necklace.
Ready to leave with my two-item prey, one associate is coming back with a harmful of left out garments from the changing rooms and I eye a white t-shirt. THE white short sleeves tee, the one that Emanuelle Alt wears to PFW.
I grab (not without asking the woman if I could, bien sur) and go to the register careless of what size that tee would even be.
Dear Ms. Marant,
we are really, much, beaucoup, more than a lot, very happy, glad, joyeux, content, proud, heureux, pleased, crazy bananas to be wearing your collection specially created pour H&M
Yours truly
For all of you braving the masses shopping today ..
P.S. the box contained 2 bracelets NOT the necklace I thought of buying.