I love a bargain as much as the next thrifty gal, but sample sales are one of my personal nightmares, somewhere between being trapped in a room full of writhing snakes and living in a world where “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” is the only song I hear for the rest of my life. I’ve been to a few in my day, but I feel they bring out the worst in women, and I lack the steely determination to shop til I drop like the hordes of lunch-break Lindas, clutching armfuls of floaty tops and discount sandals. Conceptually, it makes sense. Clothes are expensive, nice clothes more so. I’m just not one for willfully putting myself into situations where I have to degrade myself fighting over a bathing suit bottom or the last dress in my size.
Perhaps I’ve only had bad experiences, and that’s why I’m so down on the sample sale. Along with the office trip to Pinkberry and the collective mani on the lunch break, sample sales are representative of the icky part of being a woman. I have nothing against shared experiences, and I love frozen yogurt, manicures and discount clothing. It’s just something about the atmosphere inside these things that gives me hives. They are overwhelming, they are crowded, and women who are normally lovely and pleasant people turn into crazed bargain hunters, pushing each other aside and getting grabby over things that don’t really matter. The entire time I’m in there, I’m thinking about this bit from “The Nutty Professor, and it’s not a good look. The experience got much better once I figured out the right way to do it. The opportunity to snap up nice things at a fair price is alluring, so when a sample sale comes to town, be ready with these tips to get the most out of your sample sale experience.
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For its latest music release, Parisian cool-kids boutique Colette presents you with Colette Ville, a compilation of too cool for school beats from around the world. If you’re the type who knows what Naag is, subscribes to The Gentlewoman, or has Rodarte on Google Alerts, this is one to check out. In tandem with the CD (this is like a donut-shaped MP3; don’t worry, it’s also on iTunes), Colette has set up a special micro site. Today, we’re devoting our procrastination efforts here, listening to sample tracks from indie groups from hot cities like Seoul, Stockholm, Sao Paulo, and Paris. (Check out the electro track by Diamond Dog in the Berlin section!) Best of all, a bunch of the artists have given Colette a concise list of their local favorites. So now you know what to check out the next time you’re in Tokyo (we wish!) or you might even find an uncovered hipster gem in your own area. [Colette] Keep reading »
For the past five months I’ve been hard at work. I get up on Sundays at the crack of noon to scream and eat chicken wings. I’ve logged major couch time, tested the limits of sweat pant elasticity…all in the name of football. Am I ashamed of myself? A little. But that doesn’t mean I’m hanging up my foam finger. There’s still the Super Bowl to be played.
This Sunday, the Pittsburgh Steelers take on the Arizona Cardinals. Since 1967, the champs of the American and National football conferences have battled for bragging rights, a Tiffany and Co. championship trophy, and an “I’m Going to Disney Land” commercial.
If you haven’t been following the game but want to keep your man company on the couch, here’s a refresher on what you need to know…
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The best Chicago date ever might have been the one in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Really, how can you beat a Ferrari, a Cubs baseball game, a fancy meal, and “Twist and Shout”? But for the kind of fun even Cameron would enjoy (well, if he had a girlfriend), try these Chicago spots, and do your best to avoid the Magnificent Mile, unless you like friendly tourists. Keep reading »