| Personal Shoppers Now Available in Panama |
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| Written by Matt Landau | |
| Friday, March 14 2008 | |
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"I'm with my personal shopper, can I call you back later?"
were some the most fulfilling words that had come out of my mouth in a long
time. I had often regarded personal shoppers much the way I did spiritual
advisors, as pointless ways rich people disposed of their income. But upon
moving to Panama
and getting my one of my own, the concept of a personal shopper suddenly took a
turn for the shrewd. Pascale is a professional personal shopper originally from Switzerland who made a living in New York City telling people how they should dress. And while I never knew Pascale in New York City, I imagined here there in her element, shopping with her client on Madison Ave. for a special event that night. "Now this silver sarong" her client might have asked while looking over her shoulder in a mirror. "Would it match well up against a red carpet?" Pascale speaks with a slight European accent which has a tendency to make even the simplest of accessories sound sexy. "Today Matt, we may just find for you zee perfect timepiece." I didn't even know what a timepiece was, but I knew I desperately wanted one. For those of you who don't know, my fashion sense is one of monotony. I have a small, reliable collection of clothing pieces that I wear interchangeably every day of the week and while some might describe my style as boring or lame, I like to label it as unswervingly chic: the Landau summer collection of 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008. My outfits though, while nice in make and model, are always more or less the same. I entered the mall behinf Pascale feeling more confident in the presence of retail that I ever have before. It was not unlike showing up at a potluck with Martha Stewart in tow. Once-intimidating storefront manikins didn't have anything on me with Pascale by my side. "Zo what we are looking for today?" Pascale asked me, as we passed a large man standing in front of a store called Louis Vuitton. He was holding a gun. I gave him a cocky little wink as I replied. "I'm thinking about mixing a dressy element," I expressed, "like a velvet jacket, with something more informal like blue jeans." I said this because I had just read an article about a certain Wine Valley Social Club and wanted anxiously to appear to be in the know. Pascale shrugged off my comment. "Maybe we just walk to Zara, no?" Once in the swing of things at Zara, Pascale did a sort of analysis on what colors looked good on me and which ones did not. "Zees khaki shirt" she said. "I sink zees khaki shirt look too...too much like safari for you." And while I wasn't terribly aware of what style sense we were going for, I was fairly sure safari wasn't it. She proceeded to throw together, almost effortlessly, several outfits that looked really really really good; nothing I would have ever picked out on my own; a great a mix of linens, pastels, and traditional...versions (I don't even know the word I'm trying to use here). I'd come out of the dressing room and Pascale would look at me the way a painter looks at a half-finished canvas, her head tilted to the side as if to say, something's not quite right here. She even had the man at the shop hemming my pant legs (a service I didn't even know was offered at Multi Plaza). At the cash register, Pascale decided to switch a blue shirt we had selected for a pink one, and with the most natural of instincts, I turned to the people waiting in line and shrugged. "That's my personal shopper," I smirked. "She does this all the time." Pascale charges $40/hour in Panama which is roughly what her clients in New York pay to take a dump. My experience was so successful, that we've enlisted her help as fashion guru here on The Panama Report in writing articles. She offers personal shopping and fashion consulting in Panama City and is well worth her fee: call her at 6757-4287 for a quote. |
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