Friends and family will smirk when they learn that I’m staying just meters away from one of the world’s most premier shopping destinations. Orchard Road, or so the tell me, is a virtual Mecca for the fashion focused, with an endless array of brand name apparel and accessories just aching to earn a place of honor in your wardrobe.
The thing is, I couldn’t care less. You see, I’m not a shopper. If I’m buying a shirt it’s likely because I just found a hole in the one I’m currently sporting and have run out of duct tape. Okay, so maybe it’s not that dramatic, but I never understood society’s collective fascination with the full-contact shopping, especially when it comes to acquiring name brands.
Recently a colleague was bragging about a designer computer bag she purchased…albeit for several thousand dollars. Apparently it was quite the bargain. Me, I bought a similar item from Gateway about ten years back that came stuffed with a computer for about a tenth the price. And while I shit-canned the laptop ages ago, the bag has dutifully traveled the world with me, proving sounder than the company its barely noticeable logo endorses.
I mentioned this to her, sarcastically noting the purchase price. She countered with, “yes, but mine is designer leather of premium quality.” First, who talks like that? And second, maybe I’m missing something, but I’ve been to farms and haven’t seen a single designer cow. Who knows, maybe they were at the mall.
Anyway, I realize I’m in the minority and it’s doubtful that I’ll convert the masses. So if you get to Singapore, by all means, stalk the streets in your Jimmy Choos, searching for the next big bargain. There’s no shortage of deals to be found.
I’ll be watching, just chilling at the corner café, sipping a plain black coffee and bouncing my Converse to the soothing sounds of the Piano Man. You see the thing is, your feet hit the street no matter what’s on them and not every boulevard is paved in Versace silk.