Thrift stores are now loaded with dudes that know their brands.
Not that the guy (based on how he was dressed) was any threat to me, but at the Sally yesterday, I was rummaging through the jackets when this little man comes up on the other side and begins looking at the clothes (more like he was just moving the hangers to the side, not actually looking at anything). He was muttering to himself - just saying the names of designers he knew. It went something like this:
MAN: Gonna get me a Gucci suit. Gucci. Gucci. Louis Vuitton. L-V suit. Dior. Armani. Gucci. Fendi.
I looked up at him and said Luigi Borrelli
ME: Luigi Borrelli
ME: Kiton, Brioni, Tom Ford.
MAN: I love me some Tom Ford
He continued for a few moments, then, he spoke to me again. He was talking really fast, so what he said didn't make much sense, but it went something like,
MAN: My daddy said you ain't gonna get no job at the bank wearing jeans. You need a suit. He say you gotta look professional and you can't in jeans. Gonna get me a suit!
I didn't notice whether he bought anything, but he wasn't dressed like anyone who knew what they were doing (that is, his button-up shirt was easily two sizes too big).
He was... In his late thirties or early forties by the look of him. Oddish.