That's the door to the bar at the Connaught Hotel in thrillingly expensive Mayfair. I was wandering round that part of town on Saturday morning ogling stilettoes in Louboutin... and doing a bit of weekend work for a client of mine who just opened a store in that neighbourhood (true story!). A domain of the super-rich, it is the land the credit crunch cannot touch - if the fully-booked tables at Scotts were anything to go by.
The weekend work I was doing involved taking photos of the new store and rolling round on the pavement to try and get the perfect angle to flatter the comparatively small space. Given the high polish of the glass and other fittings, obviously the reflection was almost as important as the objects in the window. However, given the buildings and stores on the other side of the street were so totally beautiful, this was more help than hindrance. The best part? I was paid not in dreary money but by picking something from the store - a divine thrill. It did mean I got to wander through the new Dunhill concept with the ultimate accessory - a freshly filled designer shopping bag. Those store bitches treat you a whole different way if they think you're not just a browser.
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