Ever since my mum got me my grey off-shoulder Abercrombie and Fitch sweater a few years ago, I've been actively wondering where there was another A&F store for me to raid (erm I mean visit and window shop).
I'd never actually been accustomed to Abercrombie and Fitch's style before this, and I had never known that there was a retail outlet in London (yes I know. Blasphemy!) until I saw people carrying shopping bags walking down Regent Street two years ago. After that, it always occurred to me to go home and google map its location, but somehow I never got around to doing it!
So today, with Noemi - who also vehemently expressed an interest to visit the A&F store - we google mapped its location right on the spot while strolling down Regent Street. Initial plan was to go to Picadilly Circus to watch a movie, mind you, but our legs saw us turning into the famed Savile Row and entering the A&F store, where my jaw proceeded to drop in awe thereafter.
The shop had the most amazing concept ever, with loud music booming through fabulous speakers all around and the best looking lot of salespeople I'd ever seen! We sifted through the massive outlet, and both floors, despite how difficult it was to navigate our way through the dim lights and the throngs of shoppers, and eventually found ourselves face-to-face with the signature A&F look this season: Checks.
I'd been lusting after a checkered button-down-shirt since the start of this season - possibly influenced by how good Zac Efron looks in them - and I'd even tried on a couple on the High Street while shopping with Daisy Hoo, but the instant my eyes fell on these plaid shirts in A&F, I knew I would end up walking out with one (if it fit, of course). I was lucky to locate an XS in the colour I wanted as soooo many of them were out of that size, and we left the store after many bouts of queuing, i.e. first, for me to try on my shirts, and then the longest one of all - to pay!!
It helped of course, that there was soooooo much eye-candy in that store! I had more fun ogling some of the guys most of the time than properly contemplating whether I should spend that much on a plaid shirt. I pretty much decided in 2 minutes that I would buy it and spent the rest of the time trying not to swoon at the sight of the male models around.
As far as rip-off American brands in the UK are concerned, I'm pretty much sold. Noemi and I are making it a pact to visit the store again every time she comes to the city.
Yes, I know. I am that weak. Shoot me. Haha.
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I want to have weak knees too when I am in London! =)
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