It’s not the clothing…well, yes, it’s the clothing, of course, but it’s the atmosphere inside Bergdorf Goodman‘s that people particularly love. It feels incredibly flush, pampered, protected, perfect. But I hate it when sales people grin almost lasciviously at me and say, “Can I help you?” Or, much worse, when they stand nearby as I try something on. I always turn to them and smile and say, “Sorry but I think this is between me and the jacket.”
You don’t have to be empty to love shopping or browsing at Bergdorf’s, but some of the worst wealthy people in the world can be found there every day. Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorfs and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee — an ideal pairing at Quentin Tarantino‘s Beverly Cinema.
“If you clothes are not at that place, they have no future. There’s no future, those clothes. Sorry.” — Isaac Mizrahi.