Dedicated follower of fashion.

[davywavy]

As a dynamic entrepreneur, I go to a lot of trade shows to hang round in artifically-lit and unventilated halls trying to maintain a cheery and upbeat demeanour for days at a time.
A couple of months ago, I found myself setting up stand in an overheated, windowless room in Birmingham when a thought struck me - checking my suit bag, I realised I'd brought my double-cuff shirts but left my cufflinks at home. Drat, I said. And double drat.
Looking round the hall, I found a couple of short pieces of twisted metal cable which, bent in two, would have to do as impromptu cufflinks. As it's an engineering trade show, I reasoned, chances are nobody is going to notice.
Pressing flesh and kissing babies on the stand the next day I got chatting to a couple of extremely glamourous execs from a PR agency and after a while, one of them looked at me with an expression which said she thought somewhat less of me than a moment before. "Are you just using bits of wire as cufflinks?" she said in an icy, contemptuous tone.
I adopted an expression of surprise and wounded pride. "Darling! They're Marc Jacobs."

It's amazing how easily impressed people are by a name.

Comments

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Ballsy :)

[(Anonymous)]

That reminds me of the (very) old Viz strip, the lager lads (a precursor to sid the sexist) when one of them was challenged by the bouncer at Alphonse de Rigattoni's Disco Wine-bar Fun-pub about his shoes. The rest is history.

[elbly.livejournal.com]

I used to use lego for cufflinks (and yes - girls do use cufflinks too!) when I was giving presentations relating to any form of science. Most people who noticed were either impressed that I'd thought of it or asked me where I'd bought them from. I'd only started using them after an emergency cufflink moment when the only thing handy was my 3rd year uni project which was (funnily enough) made out of mecanno (and you thought it was lego I bet!)

[cryx]

heheh.. I like it.

I remember a moment in a very swish ladies convenience. I was waiting in line in a 50's style outfit, and the lady next to me turned and said, "I love your outfit! And that top! who's is it?" (yes, indeed the kind of person who doesn't ask where it came from, but who designed it) I could tell the truth, lose face, and shatter her world view (v tempting), but instead I went with the gutless, "Oh, this? I'm not sure, it's vintage". rather than "actually it's a retro styled piece from the cheap rail at new look". She even pulled the "oooh.. what a fabulous find" face. Muh ha ha.