Thursday, October 14, 2010

Original and Imitated

Fakes are a dime a dozen, so much so that even when you’re wearing the real thing, most folks will think it’s fake.

Since busy with daily life, I've realized few thing in my daily life and managed to blog about it, my personel zen perhaps. Back in the days, way back when man wasn’t universally obsessed with branded goods emblazoned with a designer’s name in huge shiny letters that leap out of your chest, your derrière, or your crotch, a good friend paid an insane amount of money for a designer T-shirt,heck sandles!

Now this T-shirt, let’s call it a Pierre Pei, was nothin much to look at. Indeed, it didn’t look any different from the T-shirts I usually bought for a fraction of the price from my local department store. But therein lay the problem. You see, my friend felt cheated by the thought that no one would be able to tell that his Pierre Pei T-shirt was more expensive than my Jusco number. A few days after the T-shirt’s premiere, I bumped into my friend again.

He was still wearing her Pierre Pei (trying to get his money’s worth out of it, I suspect), but this time there was something different about it: a label bearing the designers name was neatly sewn across his left chest. “I didn’t notice that label before,” I said.“It wasn’t there before,” he said. “I felt bad that no one would know that this is a Pierre Pei, so I removed the label from the inside of the neck – and voila!”
“Isnt that a bit extreme?”talk about make over.

“Not at all. It’s all about the prestige and being noticed. You wouldnt buy a Rolex watch, and then keep it tucked under your sleeve. Or purchase a BMW, only to drive around in it after dark.”“But prestige only works if im a brand snob, too. If Im not, I wont be impressed by your T-shirt. I’ll just think that you paid way too much for a piece of cotton and spent way too much time sewing a label onto it for the benefit of others.”

Of course, tat was way back in the dark ages, way before designers began making casual clothes that people can actually wear.These days, designer labels are everywhere. Go to any shopping mall and you’ll see fashion slaves being used as free advertising. Every time a young man wears his Calvin Klein underwear with the branded waistband peeking out over the top of his trousers for all to see, Mr Klein’s cash register goes kaching!Every time a young woman wears a T-shirt with D&G emblazoned across the front using enough bling to blind you, Messrs Dolce and Gabbana high-five each other and wonder how many different ways they can apply their initials to a teensy bit of fabric churned out of a factory in Vietnam for a few dong.

Of course, brand prestige takes a bit of a beating in countries like Malaysia, where many of the designer clothes and accessories worn by label-minded people are knock-offs. You only need to visit Malacca famous Jonker Street to see that there is a huge demand for fake goods, and not just with local people. Many westerners return from their beach holiday in Malacca with Giorgio Armani, Moschino and Gucci stuffed in their suitcases, all purchased for less than the price of a cup of designer coffee back home.

Heck, even the mother of the man who makes the best cendol in Malacca wears designer T-shirts. Her face may be lined, her hair grey and her teeth set in her shrinking gums like random peanuts standing to wobbly attention, but she wears the same T-shirts as Paris Hilton and Madonna as she attends to customers at her son’s coffee shop stall.She cant even pronounce the name “Versace” correctly or tell you that Chanel is French, but she’ll wear those T-shirts until she can’t get any more wear out of them.This must surely have diluted the demand for original designer goods in Malaysia. I mean to say, why would you fork out hundreds of ringgit for that branded T-shirt you saw in the shopping mall the other day when a Nepal dude probably has an almost identical one – in four colours?

There are so many fakes around these days, that even when youre wearing the real thing, most folks will think it’s fake. I mean to say, you can’t even wear your over-priced garb to the coffee shop without running the risk of the cendol woman pointing out that you’re wearing the same T-shirt as her.
“Buy one, free one?” she’ll say, as she gives you the thumbs up sign between making the snowflakes of sweetness.
Like, where got class lah?

2 comments:

  1. so wat ur expectation...u wanna end-up wearing fake clothes the rest of ur life which purcase at the jonker street....juz enjoy the world without thinking about the "cendol aunty" and the "nepal dude"..buy something that really worth ur heart!!!!

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  2. lol....im not the one 2 pass the judgement
    personal preference and perception counts when comes to purchase the fake or the genuine...
    jz dont obsessed with it tats all

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