Persuasive knock offs are what makes the world go round. More so they're tremendous confident boosters to the average girl or boy. Look here for example at my inspired Issey Miyake geometrical tote bag. Keep in mind when I say "inspired" I actually mean fake. The Issey Miyake name is subtly engraved at the handle, easily confusing the general public for its level of legitimacy. The price at which the tote was purchased should be the first indicator of how little authenticity the 10x10 cube bag possesses. How about the whereabouts of the purchase? If my sister had not have angrily bartered for the bag in a hidden chinese strip somewhere in Hong Kong I would have been sold. You imagine the original Issey Miyake tote displayed at a high end consignment store or in a grand 6 storey marble shopping plaza going for at least 8 times the price. If this bag is far from authentic, then how come I had to forcefully argue of how little authenticity it holds with a Queen St. boutique owner who was 100% sure Issey Miyake himself made the righteous bag. Fools.
Why didn't I just roll with the punches, you say? Why couldn't I have simply fooled those who claim to be fashion savvy by just agreeing with their theory? Because I cannot lie. There, the truth is unravelled. The story takes an alternative route.
Conversation:
"Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy goooooooood is that an Issey Miyake bag?"
No.
"Trust me when I say Issey Miyake made this bag, you see, Issey Miyake is written right there. By the way Issey Miyake is a designer"
I know Issey Miyake. And no it is not a real Issey Miyake, it's a knock off.
"Look! The bag is a collaboration with Pleats Please, this is at least $300 bag"
[Pleats Please? What in God's name is he smoking?] Okay, fine. It's a $300 bag.
Normally the scenario is reversed, persuading friends and strangers the authenticity of your "Louis Vuitton" bag where lies conspicuous fraudulence. Never in my life had I work so hard to fight for my very own obscure counterfeit. Well at least if I ever so happen to sell my bag, I already have a starting price in mind. With triple digits my "making it rain" gesture will finally be satisfying and worthwhile. You see? I'm catching on with your lingo.
My Issey Miyake bag (might as well roll with it now) is paired with a complimentary coloured outfit, some more black and white. Surprise! While wearing a black and white get up, nobody will compliment your outfit nor will they tell you how awful you look. It is just there doing it's own little dance, it needs not to make a point nor cares for one. That is why I always revert to black and white. There are no complications with this combination, only fully fledge awesomeness. There you have it, a black and white kind of fiesta. Not satisfied enough? Good.
Shirt- Wilfred
Pants- Vintage
Heels- Joe Fresh
Bag- Pleats Please (Issey Miyake for some people)
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