Diva’s World

Diva’s World, the name itself should hint at the very idea of outdated styles and laughable mark-​ups. It is not until entering its premisses does one come to the realization that dimensions do exists in this world where time stops. A store like this would have been tacky ten years ago, it is almost unthinkable that something like this would exist today.
Hidden in the obscurity (and rightfully so), far from the reaches of distinguished shoppers, in a building on the edges of Steeles Avenue West, hides this store filled to the rafters with fashions of the yesteryear. Not the good fashions of yesteryear, but the type of clothes that only a heavily caffeinated high school student who reads too much Teen Cosmo would ever consider on wearing. Sean John, Apple Bottom, Babyphat, clothing that would never been considered vintage regardless the passing of age. You’d almost think to yourself that this was a horrible under-​the-​radar operation front for something else. It’s almost unthinkable to believe otherwise, because that would mean there are still people in this world who think this is appropriate wear for anything.
As a seasoned traveler who has browsed through the markets of globe, it is blatantly obvious that everything sold here is a knockoff. Very poor knockoff, bought wholesale through online Asian discount websites, or some obscure factory. The quality of the clothing is deplorable. The entire inventory is a huge eyesore, and the retail space itself feel would give any potential patron claustrophobia.
Not to worry, the horror is not exclusive to the ladies. A sure sign of shabbiness is secured by those generic fit dress shirt sold in attaché sized boxes that come with its equally ugly neckties.
But don’t despair, there are also merchandise for the bride who are evil enough to dress their bridesmaids in the most revolting designs, you know, like those villains in the movies? This place really might as well be a costume store from the inner reaches of our worst memories during those much reminisced acne days.
Diva’s world couldn’t even stand toe to toe next to a street vendor in Vietnam, I have no idea what purpose this store possibly serves. Are there people in Etobicoke who still adorn such wretched outfits of the vagrant past? I can only imagine a business plan accepting currencies outside of actual money being the factor which sustains this business.
Actual divas are discerning women of excruciating demands, I can imagine this store fulfilling none of them. Oh yes, as an added bonus, this store also steals photos from photographers and use it on their online domains (including Facebook) to cut cost. How industrious.