Karabamba! I am back! Finally. I was travelling quite a bit the last weeks. Good for you, as my Leica is packed with great (or at least telling) pics. I have spent the last week in London. Being in the capital of $$$$, I felt like saving my modest Cent and visiting a sample sale: Linda Farrow. Yes, Sir. Am I lucky or what?
So most of you are maybe not familiar with the procedure of a sample sale as Austria (and I guess Germany neither) doesn’t do that. Lack of market size perhaps? A sample sale is an event where all the stuff nobody wants gets stashed in a warehouse and millions of people get an invite to buy the stuff for a reduced price. I managed to make some pics, so you get a flavour of how it works:
I hopped in a cab and drove out to -wherever- and waited in a queue as the Linda Farrow people decided to open an hour later than announced. Never mind, I thought. So when entering the room, I couldn’t decide where to start. Sunglasses overload. It took 5 minutes to fill the room with fashionistas on the hunt for a bargain. I have to be honest, I would like to go back and buy some more glasses (the ones, the girl is holding in her hand), but I am really bad when it comes to impulsive decisions. I need to sleep over it. Even if it’s just Zara pants. So I got some nice Linda Farrow for Matthew Williamson glasses and think that I should have bought some gold flashy fashion statements. Oh, I could slap myself. Bad peanut,
So here in a nutshell:
– Where to find? Google it: Sample Sale London, fingers crossed, something is happening on your arrival
– How long is it open? 2 days
– When to come? Never on time
– How to pay? Usually they accept all cards, sometimes just cash
– How much discount? 50%-90%, depends on the stuff and the label
– What to expect: Peer pressure as everybody around is buying EVERYTHING, so be fast
Another one on South Molton Lane: Too much to ask for ….