The White Shop

I really loved pretty much everything in this little shop in the George’s Street Arcade. There were floaty chiffon blouses and modern draped knit dresses with futuristic silver vests. There were elegant and ladylike skirts and trendy racer back tanks. Their accessories were also really pleasing, cute and colorful earrings, necklaces and bracelets in shapes like dice, lollipops and ponies. On the other side of the store was an equally compelling men’s selection of wearable modern pieces. The clothes were definitely a bit more dressy, but all very pretty.
There was one big problem, for which I am deducting a star. I felt extremely uncomfortable the entire time I was in there, and I actually couldn’t wait to leave. The staff consisted of three very cool, androgynous Asian men who barely acknowledged me and then talked and giggled the whole time in a language I do not know. They were probably not talking about me and how ugly I was, but it felt like it. When I left they just ignored me. I wasn’t comfortable just shopping, so I definitely wasn’t comfortable asking to try something on. Maybe if I went back with a friend it wouldn’t be so awkward, and I would have the guts to actually try one of the pretty pieces on.