I’m a man of fashion. From the fake market to the inexpensive tailor of Shanghai, everything I own is designer [impostor].
The streets of Osaka are lined with all the familiar brands of which I own their counterfeit replacements. The prices are in yen but I’m sure they are still out of my budget. Whenever I see these beautiful store fronts whether they be in Ulaanbaatar or Osaka, I can’t help but wonder how much they pay for rent, how profitable or un they are, and if their international presence is more of a marketing ploy to say “We have locations in…” than to sell useless handbags whose prices constitute the GDP of the countries they are in.