Originally Posted by TheWGP
QFT. It's nice to see unusual and vintage stuff sometimes, but I do agree that the licensed Dior and YSL is getting old. Using brand as a shortcut for quality only goes so far. You have to pick things up because they're good. That's how I picked up that trench that turned out to be a real Mackintosh, and that "Abla" suit that turned out to be a Caruso. One also needs to learn to tell the difference between "faking quality" and "real quality" or else you'll be drowining in fancy-looking-but-lousy Daniel Gray and Tasso Elba stuff.
It's been said many times, but reading the whole thread is the best education. And don't see the proliferation of, frankly, lousy brands as an endorsement - just a sign that everyone makes mistakes, especially when starting out. Over time it's easier to pick out interesting things that may be of high quality or attract interest EVEN IF they don't have a crazy brand label. Complaining about 45 minutes and finding nothing is exactly the mark of a beginner, frankly - those of us who have been at this awhile may go out ALL DAY and find nothing AT ALL, let alone anything worth posting here. I've had that happen a couple of times - visit eight or ten stores and find nothing but fumes left in the gas tank. Sure, it's groan-inducing, but it's how you learn, and you can't find anything if you're not out there looking.
This is dead-on. It's hard to fathom the stuff that shows up on this thread. I go to four stores a day, every day, and think I do pretty well, tending toward TNSIL, but jeepers: I've never found any RLPL and my first Brioni came two days ago. I celebrate must-iron BB OCBDs and bemoan the lack of market for quality top coats. If it fits and it's quality, I'll buy it no matter the label, old JAB being a case-in-point. It's impossible to flip, but back in the day, it was good stuff. I've been doing well lately, spending nearly $150 in the past four days, but nothing that's way over the top, enough to cover gas and the eight BB OCBD's I found for myself (yes!) and keep me going for another day in the thrift-store casinos where, sooner or later, I'll hit the mother lode, swear to god.