It’s all astonishing and truly an honest review; the hired help clearly deserved several dings for being confused about the comprehensive nature of customer service. Even so, I’m somehow totally taken by “minky elbows.” I know it signifies arrogance, money, and well-heeled superiority, but there’s just something so deliciously dirty and rank about the expression. I can’t put my finger on it. It would be a great name for a gun moll in some 1940s B-movie starring Yvonne DeCarlo or maybe Lynn Bari. The two words throb with an indescribable power for me. I can’t explain it. Well done, well done, Wilson.
Cintra, with your comparison of the ground-floor diamond cross and the vault-level diamond cross, especially in the holiday season both then and now, I could only wonder: which would Jesus wear? (WWJW?) Surely the smaller one.
Dating myself, I was a barely-employed 20-something in NYC in the 80s, working in midtown but living in a Brooklyn hovel, and I dimly remember walking into Fortunoff a couple of times out of curiosity. The only thought I can remember having was "there are people who would spend that much money to buy that thing? who and where are those people?" But your piece clarifies greatly. Shirley Bassey invocation is great, but my bonus points are for "cormorant" and clientele who play shuffleboard in the nude in Brunei. (Now *that's* a party.)
It’s all astonishing and truly an honest review; the hired help clearly deserved several dings for being confused about the comprehensive nature of customer service. Even so, I’m somehow totally taken by “minky elbows.” I know it signifies arrogance, money, and well-heeled superiority, but there’s just something so deliciously dirty and rank about the expression. I can’t put my finger on it. It would be a great name for a gun moll in some 1940s B-movie starring Yvonne DeCarlo or maybe Lynn Bari. The two words throb with an indescribable power for me. I can’t explain it. Well done, well done, Wilson.
Cintra, with your comparison of the ground-floor diamond cross and the vault-level diamond cross, especially in the holiday season both then and now, I could only wonder: which would Jesus wear? (WWJW?) Surely the smaller one.
Dating myself, I was a barely-employed 20-something in NYC in the 80s, working in midtown but living in a Brooklyn hovel, and I dimly remember walking into Fortunoff a couple of times out of curiosity. The only thought I can remember having was "there are people who would spend that much money to buy that thing? who and where are those people?" But your piece clarifies greatly. Shirley Bassey invocation is great, but my bonus points are for "cormorant" and clientele who play shuffleboard in the nude in Brunei. (Now *that's* a party.)
A+ for Dame Shirley Bassey reference!