Somewhere along the line, I lost my taste for malls. Oh sure, I used to enjoy spending an afternoon perusing the shoes at Nordstrom, nipping into The Gap to see what was on sale, and sorting through the pastel lace-strewn bins at Victoria’s Secret. Ten years ago, a lot of my clothing came from department stores.
Then I changed careers, and my income dropped. At the same time, style began to interest me more than fashion. Suddenly, the clothing on Macy’s racks looked cheap and soulless. My curly hair, pale complexion, and midcentury curves would never jive with the streaky highlights and tight jeans that roamed the mall’s climate-controlled walkways. Seeing stacks of the same item on one table only dimmed its allure. Plus, the odor from Cinnabon turned my stomach. The mall and I called it quits.
To me, Juicy Couture Viva la Juicy and its spawn, Viva la Juicy La Fleur, are predictable and one dimensional. In short, they’re mall in a bottle…
