I won’t finish the headline, though Urban Dictionary will be happy to oblige. Recent trips into the City have turned up increasing numbers of people sporting Burberry plaid. My working theory is that this is related to the recent opening of a mammoth Bloomingdale’s in the old Emporium building. (If you haven’t visited, it’s worth a peek. My only regret is that the Hugo Boss store does not open until next fall.)
Not that I have anything against the brand; it has simply become too common. At this point, the only way to project exclusivity with Burberry is by hanging one of their golf towels by the kitchen sink. But then, if you’re going to be that crass, you might as well just sit in Starbucks using hundred dollar bills to keep your place in the latest Mitch Albom book.