While walking down the Kalverstraat yesterday, one of Amsterdam’s main shopping lanes, the Dark Angel and I noticed a never-before-seen approach to window dressing. It was simple and well-executed: a woman in a small window behind a red screen was revealed, over and over. She was wearing jeans and holding a large feather over her nude top, to titillate without showing anything.
And she was under a disarming line: Sex sells. Unfortunately we sell denim.
See all those eyes turned toward the store?
If I wasn’t about to return to the land of the dollar, I might have been pulled in from the cold to shop. It’s great to see this kind of ingenuity in a country that generally makes you feel as though you should be grateful for the chance to buy their goods.