Observations by a Philistine-
A couple arrived at the library this week sporting a little black bag of books to donate to our sale cart. I thanked them and placed the bag behind the circ desk until I could look over what might be added to the collection, what might be put on the cart, and what might be tossed due to condition. The bag these items arrived in intrigued me; it was obviously from a store which catered to the well-heeled, or the wishing-to-appear-well-heeled: jet black, pretentious in its understated simplicity, and bearing the name "Barneys New York."
I wondered about a store which sent its customers home with their purchases wrapped in pretentious little black bags and hopped on the net to check them out. The only Barneys I'm familiar with are bumbling deputies of hick towns, purple fur-suited ones professing peace and love, or half-pint side-kicks to loud mouthed neanderthals. Thinking of it, our neighbor named not only their first dog Barney, but also their first horse. And in 'Rhode Islandese' the store is Bah-nees of Nu Yawk
. Hmmm, all of these are great recommendations for naming an obviously upscale, er, experience, Barney.
At first glance I thought I had somehow clicked the wrong google link and ended up at a fan site for The Corpse Bride
. The bulimic ladies with David Bowie eyes kinda spooked me, but I proceeded bravely nonetheless. I'll cut this short and just say what a treasure this site
was! $400 slippers and $800 sneakers! Ah, and a $1200 pair of work boots
, perfect for mucking out stalls. Perhaps I'll have to shop here online sometime... I have a new admiration for anyone carrying Barney bags, and will secretly wonder if they really did shop there when bored and in New York.