Went to the top floor, saw the really silly things. The selection there was truly sparse, the pricing somehow made up with four, five, sometimes six 10 faced dice. Dungeons and Dragons for the wallet.
The shopping mall was almost empty. It was just me and the sales representatives, all ready to go home, ready to leave all these carved pieces of glass and metal and leather and woven, printed silk, imbued with names of people and old cities. Many of them really just wanted to go home and have a nice dinner with tons of high fructose corn syrup. Or maybe just aspirine, prozac?
No visit to Miami is complete without a visit to that place on 96th Street here, which I treat as a museum of Luxury, with a Miami sugar coating.
Imagine a world studded with gems and glittery luxurious edges on things.
What happened to simplicity? Elegance? Ecstasy of Quality? They might have just missed their flight from New York and Paris and Milan... or is it just me?...
Again?...
(I think I am getting a cold...)...