Above exhibit, something I espy on while googling 'H&M S/S 2013 Collection Preview' last October. And it was just there, the image, flashing the ineffably structured, applique filled white frayed vest. I was flabbergasted. My mouth was hanging freely, literally, almost like a toddler, ready for his next spoonful of oats. I glared (ogled probably) at the image for like about, two hours I presume (if I were to recall it correctly), whilst having images that this Isabel Marant-esque vest is already hanging in my closet, as though I was gifted with clairvoyance.
'This is the perfect summer vest!', I exclaimed, 'I need this vest!'.
Flash forward five months: The freshly baked applique vest weighing ten pounds teetered into the stores of H&M, searched for the Spot - the location where hundreds of beyond-H&M-priced garments formerly stood - and rested at its rightful position.
Me: Sashaying down the stores pretending to be walking down Fifth Avenue whilst emulating Carrie Bradshaw (okay, I didn't exactly do that but, it gives off a better narration and imagery this way). Saw the vest from a hundred meters away, shrieked, sprinted towards it, grabbed it, almost dropped it because I wasn't anticipating it to be a thousand pounds, checked the price tag, left myself in dismay.
The vest was plastered with a hefty price of three hundred.
'How am I going to fork out three hundred dollars?', I contemplated, 'I need this vest, but I need those Zara blazers as well, and that Balenciaga bracelet, and that Acne wallet and leather jacket, and that...'
I eventually hung it back to it's original (not rightful this time round, definitely not) Spot with a heavy heart, having the taste of melancholy (that I could almost achieve the literal taste of sickening bitterness). I turned my back to it, staggered and stumbled on something, turned back, saw it staring back at me with those disappointed, puppy eyes. I sighed.
Flash forward two months after aforementioned incident: This masterpiece is finally hanging in the midst of my closet, finally at its supposed position. I'm pretty sure I am clairvoyant. Okay, I kid. What I did: Went with a hypothesis that H&M will always have 50% off for those clothing beyond-H&M-priced-because-of-its-remarkable-textiles (if I'm that affirmative, how is it still a hypothetical point? Whatever). Elicited this information, made use of it, had a perennial attitude, and BAM! There goes my panties.
Come to think of it, who would actually wear something that weighs as heavy as the Margiela jacket, but isn't Margiela?
Well, that's me.
H&M Appliqué Vest from S/S 2013