Originally Posted by LooknGr8
Someone posted a couple weeks ago that they wanted to punch Ron Chereskin in the face.
Hah, I thought at the time and moved on.
Yet this post keeps coming to mind -- I can't get rid of it -- when I'm in thrifts now, and I keep identifying others I'd like to punch as well: Perry Ellis (for clogging up the suit rack), Mr Chaps (for teasing me with details like the occasional pick stitching on lapels) and his cousin Mr. University Club (for suckering too many college kids into buying their junk), Liz Claiborne (for hurting my eyes with her fabrics in the pants rack), Andrew Fezza (see Perry Ellis), and whoever Mr Stafford
For Joseph Abboud, punching would be letting him off easy. For what? Tempting us with decent looking fabrics but having it, apparently, assembled by people using broken sewing machines. Or perhaps machetes and thread, instead of needles.
This reminds me of the past week. I usually comb through the suits without anyone around, but the past couple times, there has been someone else. One time, this guy was ecstatic and says to me, "Sometimes you can find REALLY good stuff here." And think to myself, "Crap did he find a Brioni?" And then he says, "It really sucks this doesn't fit. It's a Stafford. Stafford is a really good brand." And I just have to
And a couple days ago, two old hens clucking at each other, looking for suits for their husbands. They pick out a tweed, and the one hen says, "Oh this is gorgeous. Look at the quality of this." Proceeds to take measurements. Then looks at the interior label and says, "Oh no wonder, it's a Chaps. Boy can I pick them!"