New York: The Prada Epicentre

It was completely baffling, first off because we were actually acknowledged when entering the store, I’m not going to sit here and tell you about the service in English designer stores, yet the service is completely different. We were smiled at, asked if we wanted help and were not followed around the entire time. They obviously knew why we were in there; personally I hardly looked like the ‘Prada type’ on that particular day, I was soaking wet from the snow, my hair was indescribable and I was wearing a giant coat and scarf that clearly wasn’t designer.

The clothes, shoes and bags were absolutely stunning, me and Daisy looked at each other and said ‘One day, just one day we will be living in New York and we will be able to come to Prada and buy whatever we want’- one can hope right?

As we were walking into another ‘wardrobe’ we were both completely stifled, a man who was being helped by an assistant picking up everything in sight for his girlfriend/wife/daughter (we couldn’t quite tell) turned around and complimented Daisy on her coat. He told her that it was ‘amazing’ and asked where she got it from in an incredibly strong American accent, which further enhanced the excitement that Daisy was being complimented in Prada PRADA. Daisy went extremely red and began stuttering, a side I have never seen of Daisy. ‘From Zara- it was only £30.00, thank you’ the man smiled at us both, and I don’t think he understood why we were both going so red. We practically ran out of the store

To me, that day will be known as ‘The day Daisy was complimented in Prada.’