Tuesday, 5 January 2010
At several times in our lives we reach a stage when we are fully content with our range of carefully chosen clothes in the wardrobe. In there are sneakers, brogues, loafers and shoes for every possible occasions – and suspended above them are shirts in our favourite colours, dark jeans, light jeans and even track suit bottoms for casual stay-at-home-Sundays. All of which fit us to perfection but leave hollowness echoing in the bedroom created by the lack of materialistic cravings. We simply have all the clothes we want and need – nothing more and nothing less.
Nevertheless, in the closet, to the far left, is a vacant wooden hanger dangling, waiting to be stroked by the shoulders of an exquisite jacket or sweater. Exotic and unusual items are often imposed on us when we allow ourselves to become victims of impulsive shopping on days when we go to do an innocent browse of our favourite shops. Merciless to consumers voluntarily check- in to department stores for retail therapy, luxury brands do an impeccable job displaying products that will instantaneously infatuate us.