David Jones

This review probably says far more about me than it does DJ. It’s like walking into Nordstrom in New York in that most of the things seem like you can purchase them on your single person’s public sector salary if you ate air instead of organic, free range food and walked to work in your fancy outfit instead of taking public transport. Then you look at the prices and become immediately uncomfortable because your annual salary would purchase a winter wardrobe here. This is some Barney’s sticker shock. Granted, some items I looked seemed to be of Barney’s quality, buy who is buying stuff here? Here are my guesses:
— trophy wives. I didn’t see any, but who knows?
— divorcees. #teamalimony
— mistresses. Way to go. If you’re going to be a sideline item, make sure you at least dress like a million bucks because clothes will keep you warm at night.
Sharp career women would not blow their money here.