|All grabs from http://www.bonprix.fr/|
I was checking out the French version of Bon Prix the other night. It's like an affordable, down to Earth version of the Spiegel catalog in the US (is that still around? My mom got stuff from it all the time in pre-internet 1980s). A German company, Bon Prix started as a catalog-based company selling clothes and household things and now is everywhere in Europe, online and in actual stores. Like I wrote, I was checking it out but I got distracted by this guy's brows.
I once heard the adage "a merchant doesn't distract from his merchandise." This dude distracts. My immediate reaction, aside from "Wow. Just.... Wow," was "Is he some psychic with a clothing line?" because he totally looks like the psychics and astrologists that advertised in the Russian-language newspapers and magazines my husband's grandmother read. As well as the mystics that appeared on my Dominican aunt's Spanish-language chat shows. They all have that same look and aura and this dude, this Harald Gloocker, was rocking it.
And, yeah, Bruno. He looked like the inspiration for Bruno. Gloocker needs to have a chat with Sasha Baron Cohen because I think he needs to be paid some royalties.
Nope. Not a psychic, he just looks like one. He's a designer/lifestyle brand-slinger/all-around busy guy in Germany. The stuff he designs is..... It just looks like the stuff that would be found on the Home Shopping Network or QVC back in the day. Europeans: They shop just like us!
As I went through the pages dedicated to his stuff, I can't stop being distracted by his Sharpied brows and beard. There's tons of gold and sparkles and frills but, dude. Leave the Chola brows alone.
There are some things I like, though, but Christ Almighty!! Can people start making cute fucking shoes for big-footed shoppers?!?!?!?! Fucking dammit!! Make a pair of sparkly heels in a size 11 US (41 elsewhere). Look at these things:
I like them. I actually would buy them and rock them. But they don't come in my size. The pretty heels never do. And I'm not the only one who's pissed off about this.
Yes, fellow big-soled sister, it is a shame. We are, however, not to be left unshod in the cold, cold world of inexpensive footwear. These shiny babies come in our size (out of stock, naturally, because we can't ever win......[grumble]).