| With a long E, as in Evil ( @ 2007-12-18 10:48:00 |
When Kamran met one of his law school friends Sunday to study for their upcoming final, I tagged along like the adoring girlfriend I am. His friend always apologises for making me sit there quietly while they discuss the implied warranty of habitability and other jibberish, but Kamran always jokes(?) that I deserve it. This time, I brought along several issues of New York magazine, one of which contained the following full-page ad:

Pretty much the most beautiful cape you've ever seen, right? And I'm in the market for a cape, anyway. I showed the ad to Kamran and his friend, and the friend asked how much I thought it went for. I guessed a couple hundred dollars, knowing the mark-up on clothes in New York, and began imagining starving myself for three weeks in order to save up enough pennies to buy the thing.
But when I looked at the Blanc de Chine website yesterday, of course they didn't have the price listed. Which I knew was a bad sign. So I diligently searched other sites–afraid of just walking into boutiques and picking up price tags as I am–and found that it's $1,615. Sure it's made of cashmere with a silk tie rinsed to look like leather, and sure it has pretty much the greatest collar EVER IN HISTORY, but
$1,615!
On one hand, I'm sort of glad that I'll never be able to afford that. It makes me feel like a better person that I can't have everything I want. Beautiful things become more meaningful when you only own a few of them, right?
But on the other hand . . .