Arguably the most glamorous street in the country, and it feels it. It has all the shops you've heard of - and a whole host that you havn't. It's unthinkable clean and impossibly expensive: and whether it's an entire boutique adorned with fake vegetables (YSL- Call me a heathen but I don't get it), or the sparkling offerings at Tiffany & Co., everything oozes money, (the parking alone is $2.75 per 15 MINUTES!!).
Unfortunately though, for every sophisticated shopper, there are five pathetic, snap-happy tourists gawking at the latest, completely over-priced automobile parked outside.
The trick is to keep your head, stay aloof and not fall prey to ... Damn It!!
Last time I was here I was a spoilt brat of a teenager being dragged around America on a whistle-stop tour (a trip I would kill for if offered now) and I vaguely remember wanting a pair of Tommy Hilfiger dungarees. Mercifully I was denied. THANK. GOD!! The observant among you will have noticed that I am in fact white! And I have no doubt that photos of such a travesty would have haunted me to my dying days, rearing their ugly heads at the most inopportune moments.
This time I appreciated the spectacle that is Rodeo Drive, kept my McHammer proclivities in check and the set my sights on a Cartier watch, making myself a promise for the future.
Some day.
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I'm pretty sure you had a pair of dungarees as a teenager ...
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