I love to fake it.
Example: Calling up six different high-end stores in a search for Givenchy's studded men's sandals.
First, Maxfield in LA: "Call Bonnies!"
"I'm sorry, Bonnies?"
She hangs up.
Hm. Guess she meant Barney's?
I am a casual high-end shopper. As in, I don't shop too often, but the second I see a "spare" (i.e. existing) few hundred dollars in my bank account, there's a new Marc sweater in my closet, or Ferragamos, or my most recent purchase, a Ralph Lauren sportscoat.
It's hard to fake creativity. It's hard to fake European heritage. It's hard to fake intelligence. But it's unfairly easy to fake wealth and style.
So how did my search end? With a flirty sales assistant at Barney's on Madison who "snuck in a reservation" for size 11 Givenchy sandals. I don't know the price. So let's hope I have a spare few hundred dollars once my phone vibrates to "212."