Eat-Pray-Love is most definitely the topical mantra of the moment, but whilst it may very well represent the spiritual milestones to reach your inner sanctum, in an age of conspicuous consumption, the real journey to find life’s utopia has inevitably become a search for the Holy Grail, with an emphasis on the pleasure of the ‘...ohhhh’.
We have all been there – the magnetic force of the first attraction, the love affair from afar, the lust that turns to obsession, the build up of uncontrollable desire, and, just as you reach the climatic moment of pure ecstasy .......you have to make the ultimate decision…do I fake it and pretend its great, or go the extra mile and find the true pleasure?
The toss-up for multiple pleasure is a no brainer for me – indeed, the very thought of having a premature e-transaction is a fraud onto itself, a cardinal sin of the Holy Grail of Haute-Couture.
For others, however, it seems the value of authenticity is becoming a diminishing currency, if not fully evolving into one of grand fauxthenticity.
We may be living in a material world but, in the face of today’s economic down turn, it would appear the pot of gold at the end of the fashion rainbow is in fact gold-plated.
Are we in entering a new crisis where the Recessionista has turned Fauxinista, her Haute-Couture tragically now Cut-Price?
I have no doubt that there are certain times when faking it is not in fact a faux-pas, but when it comes to the teachings of the Fashion Gods, there are some things that should be kept sacred – Dior is not a discount, you never barter for Balenciaga and, quite frankly, Chanel is not meant to be cheap.
The econonists are clear - you need to speculate to accumulate. The chic-onomists will advise that investment today means vintage tomorrow. So, if you insist on trying to make a quick savings, are you really prepared to be that person who carries a Flouis Fluitton?
'Til next time, Pandora
'Til next time, Pandora
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