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Showing posts with label Retail Stores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Retail Stores. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

GAP...style-setters in uproar over logo! Flat sales prompt action...










Like the "Classic Coke" boon-doggle before it, Gap's sly effort to add fizzle to their product, fell flat with the folks that really mattered.

A loyal fan base.

Even though sales have been down of late, due to a  troubled economy, the opinion of shoppers was difficult to ignore as they articulated their thoughts on the overhauled logo on animated talk shows around the Nation over the past few days in heated debates.

Hated it!

Indeed, before the stitches in the labels were barely knotted, die-hard gap fashionistas were denouncing the lame actions of the top brass at GAP headquarters.

To most, the logo in motion, was just as bland as the - khaki pants and untailored shirts with little or no personality they churned out ad nauseam in primary colors - and hawked in lacklustre retail  outlets around the country

In fact, Barack Obama's tendency to sport "tacky" Mom jeans, can probably be traced back to the designers (!) at the once-flourishing clothing manufacturer.

In spite of the fact, sales have been down (and their bread-and-butter accounts just about eaten up) execs at the GAP have been inclined to kow-tow and revive the old familiar logo.

Who knows, the little engine that once could, may be a collector's one day!

'Til then, the powers-that-be would be wise to invest in - Ross,  Abercrombie & Fitch, or even a chain of second-time-around clothing shops - to bridge the gap.

After all, that is where the smart fashion-savvy moolah is rustling up trendy threads today.

At least until middle-American tastes are revving up cash registers once again.

Amen!




GAP never looked so good!


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Nordstrom's...rips-off shoppers! Dishonest retailer charges double for tagged merchandise...



Imagine that!

Today, after a couple of exhausting hours shopping at the mall, I stepped up to the cash register at Nordstrom's in West Los Angeles to purchase a pair of running shoes for the sum of $49.95 & basic no-frills jeans for the princely sum of $78.00 (yes, at this snotty outlet, the merchandise is generally overpriced and a consumer rip-off).

I was quite flabbergasted, to say the least, when the cashier - a snippy young man thin as a rail - rang up the two items and arrived at the staggering total of approximately $198.00.

Even when I considered applicable local and state taxes, it was quite evident to me from the get-go, that the sum was incorrect.

When I queried the young dude (with all the charm and personality of a worm) about the cost of each item,  at first - he insisted  in a rude insulting tone of voice - that the shoes were priced @ $98.00. 

At this juncture, I pointed out the correct price, which was $49.99 (marked inside the shoe).

He balked, and asserted that I was wrong, and that the price was the higher one quoted.

At this point, a nnumber of shoppers overheard the commotion, and started to gawk from their perches in the vicinity of the register.

Flustered by the predicament he was in, the kid with the mismatched shoes (a man should never wear brown boots with a dark blue suit!) proceeded to thrust the blame on me in a deceitful effort to avoid recrimination).

Was Nordstrom's really trying to charge me double the cost of the shoes?  

Yes, but I caught their dishonest employee red-handed in front of a whole posse of shoppers, who continued to stare in  total disbelief as the Nordstrom thief stood there twisting in the wind red-faced.

After a few awkward moments, he then took a stab at passing the blame on to a fellow employee.

"Someone put the shoes in the wrong box," he blurted out.

As Judge Judge would say:

"Do I have stupid written on my forehead?"

Notwithstanding the obvious, he did not even bother to apologize!

No, sir!

Then, he did something totally retarded.

He proceeded to incorrectly input my personal  data into the computer in, so that second time around (when the charges were being calculated and submitted for approval),  the information got garbled and was summarily rejected.

No wonder!

Put garbage in, you get garbage out.

Was this sorry excuse for a human being born under a rock, or what?

Where do shop owners like Nordstrom's find these losers?

In so many words, I told him to forget the purchase, but you know what I was really thinking!

"You  can take the shoes and jeans and shove them up your  butt!"

He was such a  big asshole, that there wouldn't be any need for any lubricant, either!

Bottom line?

I recommend that you avoid Nordstrom's in the future.

All the prissy little fags who work there are not only incompetent, but need a serious attitude adjustment, and are not worth the bother (or your hard-earned cash).

Amen!





Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Justin Timberlake...to rustle up dollars with scents! "Play Intense" seductive Givenchy tribute to star...





Trusting that their instincts about the seductive allure of Justin Timberlake are right on, Givenchy signed the pop sensation to tout two scents under their prestigious perfumery label.

"We were looking for a man who's recognized all over the world, someone new to the world of perfumery, and with great seductive potential," noted Pamela Baxter, the President and CEO of LVMH Perfumes (who also wears a second hat as President & CEO of Christian Dior, Inc.).

More succinctly, she gushed:

"Most importantly we needed to find a man who could embody the modern elegance specific to the Givenchy brand as well as all the facets of "Play".

"Play" and "Play Intense" (foreplay & "in like Flynn"?) have all the overtones of an erotic sexual adventure - with a little bit of kink tossed in - if you ask moi.

To think I've been splashing down with a cheap cologne on a rustic woodsy end of the spectrum.

But, I was on the right smell track, though.

According to Alain Lorenzo, wood (preferably a stiff one!) is the key.

"We told the perfumers to take the Caribbean amyris wood note and make one scent, which is more polarizing (!) and one which is more accessible ("in like Flynn", told 'ya so), " he noted matter-of-fact without batting-an-eye or smirking just once.

At least Americans were spared the humiliation of being guinea pigs when the "play intense" perfume experiment revved up.

"Because the U.S. is one of our largest markets , we wanted to work out any kinks in "Play" before bringing it to the U.S."

Well, Givenchy can start with Timberlake's hair, if they're truly sincere about snatching up any potential problems by the short-and-curlies come fall when the splashy advertising campaign (shot by Tom Munro) will break into September magazines around the country.

"Play" will land in select retail outlets wrapped-to-perfection in aestheticaly-pleasing white outer-foil, while "Play Intense" will make a seductive entrance in black (symbolic of the dark side of man's nature, get it?) .

Since "Play Intense" sold twenty percent above plan in the U.K., Givenchy is expecting the much-anticipated scent to sky-rocket on these shores when it hits the shelves at retail outlets such as Macy's, Nordstrom's, Dillard's, and Sephora when autumn leaves fall.

Executives were sly when it came to predicting sales, but hinted that industry analysts in-the-know have been forecasting $15 million in sales over the counter the 1st year.

That's a lot of nose candy, eh?

Heck, I'm in the wrong business.

Tell 'ya a funny story.

I was in an elevator one day, when a classy well-heeled woman turned in my direction, and quizzed me about the cologne I was wearing.

"Obsession?" she slyly winked.

Gosh, it hit me like a lightning bolt.

I didn't spritz on anything that day before I dashed out the door for an intense (there's that word again) work-out at the gym.

"Eau de Julian," I quickly reslponded, with barely a straight face.

Heck, I could bottle my body scent, and a make a bloody fortune on eBay.

Folks, ready for some foreplay - or should we just go for the main course - straight away?

Givenchy, watch your sexy back!

 
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