If you believe Hermes was the Greek God of commerce, transactions and boundaries, then you won’t be surprised to learn his omnipotent power was palpable at his namesake’s sample sale in New York this week! Wowah!
Oh the woes of sample sales. Seriously, I was almost murdered at the Diane von Fursten berg sale when I lived in New York, I can only imagine how much blood was spilled at this Hermes sale!
A source who dispatched her intern to the Midtown sale told us the minion waited in line “from 8:30 a.m. till 6:30 p.m. to get in” and reported to her boss that “no less than three fights broke out,” spurred by “people charging, trying to get in, and one couple cutting the line.”
“I was standing behind a woman in a lovely heather-gray boucle coat draped over a silk shirt, smart-looking ankle length olive pants, a Louis Vuitton Pouchette Mètis purse with a silk ribbon wrapped around the top handle (I heard someone ask her how much it costs; she didn’t answer), and leopard calf-hair wedges with geometric heels. I immediately felt inadequate. She was wearing heels! Why was everyone in this line so well-dressed? My faux leather-front leggings, Yeezus concert tee shirt, Zara flight jacket, and Clark desert boots felt perfectly suitable to wait in line for what I thought would be a three-hour, coffee-less stint.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here — let’s start from the beginning.”