I can't stop thinking about the Isabel Marant for H&M launch tomorrow.
It's the Hunger Games fashionified. There is calculated strategy involved. Blood will be shed. It's every man for themselves. And I? I want to be Katniss Everdeen. I envision myself getting to the Cornucopia (inside my local H&M) unscathed, holding up my grey coat and fuzzy knit sweater in victory.
Is it really worth it? To be a player in this game you'd have to wait outside of H&M in the bitter cold morning at 4 am, wait 4 hours with many fellow fashion freaks until they dramatically open the doors at 8 am. At that point, the passionate people you just made friends with for the last 4 hours become your enemies as you simultaneously trample over discarded hangers while running for the last pair of white jeans hanging on the rack. Dirty looks and nasty comments are being shouted left and right. People are hoarding t-shirts like they are becoming extinct. You look around and see humans acting like beasts and that's when you realize you are one of them.
It's a blood bath.
You probably think I'm crazy for even considering this madness. But you know what I think? I think it would be crazy not to do whatever I can to get my hands on these really reasonably priced amazingly useful fall staples from Isabel Marant. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity! So what if I catch pneumonia and leave with frost bitten toes? At least I'll recover wearing a cozy fuzzy knit sweater from the most coveted collection, right?
I still haven't made my decision yet. Will I or will I not enter the H&M Hunger Games? In the meantime, I've made my wish list from the collection, just in case.
Thoughts? Outrage? Admiration? Tell me!