“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” Bo Derek
I thought I was a certified shopaholic up until five days ago. No shopping mall, outlet, or Galleria I have ever been to comes close in comparison to Oxford Street. It is in a class by itself and best described as a beautiful chaos. There are people, taxis, and double-decker buses everywhere, coming from all corners, and at all speeds. London is very tedious about recycling and as a result shopping bags usually cost extra. To avoid paying for bags, people travel with their own plastic or cloth bags. However, on Oxford Street, people shop so much that they have to bring suitcases with them in order to carry everything. (Yes! Actual luggages!)
Amongst all the craziness Oxford Street is a shopping heaven of nothing but stores. Big stores, small stores. Designer stores, boutiques. More than often you will see the same store several times! There are THREE Zara stores on Oxford Street, all within a five-minute walk of each other and all equal in size! What I personally love the most is that the stores mimic the London style. London style is so eccentric that a lot of the store and boutique pieces are unique and hardly anything is sold in bulk. Anyone who enjoys a good sale, loves designer bags, and gorgeous flats should visit Oxford Street at least once in their lifetime.
River Island has allllll the nice pants
The shoe taste in London is eccentric
How can they combine two evils like this? The Topshop on Oxford St. has a cupcake shop in the MIDDLE of the store.
Every prissy girl should go here at least once in life!!!
My weakness and my strength