From the mailbox
Mar. 21st, 2006 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidLast night's mail included a catalog from Barneys, featuring extremely overpriced clothing. Then I saw there was also Barneys shoe catalog, containing photos of individual (overpriced) shoes, and many birds. No clue why conures, parakeets, and other small, colorful birds would go with footwear (The last page notes: "All of our avian models were paid the standard model rate for a day's work and returned home happy and well-fed."). And there was an oversized envelope, containing... a catalog from Barneys, this time featuring one model and an illustrated story about Sylvia:
Once upon a time there was a girl called Sylvia. The birds and squirrels were her brothers and sisters. Her best friend was a chicken named Ethel [photo of a black and white chicken with a white ruff and red head]. Sylvia always thought she was the luckiest girl in the whole wide world, until... One day, one fateful day, she found a magic mirror under her granny's bed... Intoxicated and gypnotized by images of fashion and glamour, Sylvia began to dream of escaping to the big city. Like a moth to the flame...Sylvia was drawn inexorably toward her fate. In the big city, Sylvia tried to find herself, but couldn't... Soon she started living for kicks. ...and more kicks. Men liked Sylvia. Sylvia liked men. 'Ere long a dude with a pinkie ring popped the question. On her wedding day a pigeon flew into the church and pooped on the groom's shoulder. Was this a bad omen? At first it was fun playing house. Pampered Sylvia filled her days with pet care and daytime television. Eventually, after months of reckless spending + self-indulgence it finally occurred to Sylvia that she had absolutely no idea how her husband made his money. She found out the hard way... After a slight disagreement with a business associate, he stopped making money ...and breathing. "The broad did it!" yelled the detective. Everyone blamed our heroine. Nobody cared about the truth. Overnight Sylvia became a start... of sorts. It took the jury just 3½ minutes to come up with a verdict, just long enough for Sylvia to powder her nose... for the big house. "This will not be the last the world will hear of Sylvia," vowed Sylvia. To be continued...
Lots of stylish overpriced clothing and accessories for each page of the story. I'm surprised at how much of the clothing is unflattering even to the model (And people will pay thousands of dollars to not look their best?). Three catalogs later, I've gathered Barneys is opening a new store in Boston, but I can't imagine shopping there.
This morning on the T employees were handing out orange brochures about the "See something? Say something." campaign. They've had billboards and intercom announcements; I wonder why they felt the need to produce this brochure.
Once upon a time there was a girl called Sylvia. The birds and squirrels were her brothers and sisters. Her best friend was a chicken named Ethel [photo of a black and white chicken with a white ruff and red head]. Sylvia always thought she was the luckiest girl in the whole wide world, until... One day, one fateful day, she found a magic mirror under her granny's bed... Intoxicated and gypnotized by images of fashion and glamour, Sylvia began to dream of escaping to the big city. Like a moth to the flame...Sylvia was drawn inexorably toward her fate. In the big city, Sylvia tried to find herself, but couldn't... Soon she started living for kicks. ...and more kicks. Men liked Sylvia. Sylvia liked men. 'Ere long a dude with a pinkie ring popped the question. On her wedding day a pigeon flew into the church and pooped on the groom's shoulder. Was this a bad omen? At first it was fun playing house. Pampered Sylvia filled her days with pet care and daytime television. Eventually, after months of reckless spending + self-indulgence it finally occurred to Sylvia that she had absolutely no idea how her husband made his money. She found out the hard way... After a slight disagreement with a business associate, he stopped making money ...and breathing. "The broad did it!" yelled the detective. Everyone blamed our heroine. Nobody cared about the truth. Overnight Sylvia became a start... of sorts. It took the jury just 3½ minutes to come up with a verdict, just long enough for Sylvia to powder her nose... for the big house. "This will not be the last the world will hear of Sylvia," vowed Sylvia. To be continued...
Lots of stylish overpriced clothing and accessories for each page of the story. I'm surprised at how much of the clothing is unflattering even to the model (And people will pay thousands of dollars to not look their best?). Three catalogs later, I've gathered Barneys is opening a new store in Boston, but I can't imagine shopping there.
This morning on the T employees were handing out orange brochures about the "See something? Say something." campaign. They've had billboards and intercom announcements; I wonder why they felt the need to produce this brochure.