So I ventured into London last month on a fashion trip for store analysis and exploration for our current project. We started our
work in the renowned Selfridges store, shown here. The outside of the building is truly breathtaking, with its huge pillars and Grecian style architecture. Individual flags of various different countries, line the roof and ooze a sense of royalty. Customers are already infatuated with the store and that is solely down to the outside aesthetics. Little do they know what awaits them inside these solid walls.
Designer after designer, brand after brand light up the inside of the store. Christian Dior, Vivienne Westwood, Giles Deacon and Marc Jacobs are just a small taster of the luxury brands that wait in-store for customers to fall in love with. And wow, they definitely do not disappoint. The individual brand units are all smothered in amazing displays of luxury handbags, shoes, and purses. Anyone, even those who refuse to believe in fashion, would secretly admire the arrangements and have an absolute tinge of jealousy against the lady handing over
her credit card to purchase the shiny new Louis Vuitton handbag. So it comes to your turn, you gently run your hands along the finest pair of new Louboutins. You gaze in wonder at the Marc Jacobs handbag which appears to be staring back at you with puppy dog eyes, as if you have no choice but to buy it.
I personally would not say I am a slave to brands and designer names. From a young age I always knew a fashionable style could be achieved from charity stores and vintage stores. In-fact there was once a point when I vowed I would never need to buy into a designer label. But that has all changed now and seven years
later I find myself clasping onto in a new shiny Marc Jacobs bag (pictured). The first question that came in
to my head was; 'do you need this?' and as if the reply bounced off of a wall, I knew the answer to th
at straight away, 'Yes of course you do.' Therefore I bought the bag and happily walked out of the store with a glow surrounding me.
So surely that was that I had bought it, I would use it and that dilemma was now over?
Wrong.
Obviously I showed my family what I had bought, and they clearly felt the
same 'wow' factor as I had earlier in-store. This was, of course, until I revealed the price tag.
This made me re-think my maybe slightly expensive purchase for a split second, this was until I had a flashback of all my previous much more affordable bags. The strap that splits as you already have your hands full, the buckle that refuses to actually let you into your bag, or the general poor quality that just seems to make you want to hide your bag rather than show it off.
It was then I realised that buying into a somewhat more expensive brand is not a crime, nor a sign of weakness for caving into the fashion industry. It is a wise move, an investment into something that will last a considerably longer time than a cheaper purchase from a high street store. The remarkable quality of my new 'Marc' screams wonders and there is not one ounce of regret in me.