Some people work to cure cancer, others are fighting the war on poverty. Me? My selfless act is to help people spend money on stuff they need, like clothes and bags and makeup and, of course, killer shoes. But, that's not all. I like to eat. And complain (most specifically about how hard it is to be a mom). Oh, and obsess over the next perfect pair of shoes.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
A William Rast Scouting Report
William Rast for Target collection summed up in a word: "Meh."
So, about on-par with 95 percent of the other designer collaborations.
Amazingly, our lame (said with the utmost love and respect — and honesty) Target had some pieces. The past few times I've been interested in things and have called, the sales associates haven't even known what I was talking about. Cynthia Vincent's line arrived about a month after its debut and only select flats, relegated to a small end-cap. See? Lame.
Anyway, the pieces highlighted in magazines had promise. I was intrigued by the $29 tanks that looked sueded and had shimmery embellishments. IRL? The worst of the worst shiny poly. All the tanks looked like they belonged on a Ross clearance rack.
This vest had potential, but the zipper was quite sticky. It won't hold up. The twill jacket also looked cool but c'mon, $45? This is how the discount retailers screw themselves. We want stuff that's inexpensive. You just can't charge more than $35 at stores like Target and Walmart and expect people to bite. Well, at least not this person. I have a much cuter, similar jacket purchased at Wet Seal for $20.
Granted, most of the stuff that had the most potential — the leather jackets and the tuxedo jacket with lace-up sleeves — were MIA. Still, I'm passing on this — even once it hits the clearance rack.
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I can't say that I'm too surprised. Most of these Target collaborations have been miserable failures. The Mulberry collaboration still gives me the heebie jeebies. I do have a Tucker piece, turned out to be nicer than I though it would. Overall, I've stopped getting my hopes up.
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