Apart from the fact we can smell the Abercrombie & Fitch store on London’s glittering Savile Row (that’s, like, street blasphemy that is) from here (what do they put in that shit?), other reasons we wouldn’t be seen dead or alive or spinning around in an Abercrombie & Fitch store include the fact that it would be an Abercrombie & Fitch store. Not even this little lot, their ‘iconic shirtless greeters’ in inverted commas, can tempt us. Even though you could probably see their teeth from the moon.
As you were.
Jeans and sandals. No.,