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here are the screen captures from the catalog (zara.com). enjoy!
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i am loving this season's collection by zara. so lovely! in the SF post street store, i have seen the YSL knockoff of the charlotte shoes. they are pretty fab!
Hi!! One quetion I have. Isn't it Zara now more expensive in the US with the Euro-Dollar exchange rate??, last time I went to the US Zara was more expensive than in Europe and of course Spain but as I have read Balenciaga's blazer was 39 or 29, it is pretty cheap, so I was wondering.
I recomend as well other Inditex shops, as Bershka, Oysho, Massimo Dutti, Zara Home because you can find also very nice things there hehe, I feel as if i were an ad
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I recomend as well other Inditex shops, as Bershka, Oysho, Massimo Dutti, Zara Home because you can find also very nice things there hehe, I feel as if i were an ad
.my bf managed to get me the blazer but the only size left was Medium ;(
shopping247 they got AMAZING stuff *.*!
rocio last time i was in the us it was pretty expensive too , here in italy it's 20% more expensive than Spain
shopping247 they got AMAZING stuff *.*!
rocio last time i was in the us it was pretty expensive too , here in italy it's 20% more expensive than Spain
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yeah, spain is the cheapest since zara is from there. in holland the prices were not so bad. but yes, after the euro conversion the US prices are high. that's why i try to shop at zara in europe even though they have zara in the US. after VAT reduction (if you spend like 175 euro), the prices are really great!
shoegal - i tried on the blazers back in july in canada. they had size large, which fit, though usually i am a small/medium. these jackets were running really small!! i am kind of kicking myself for not buying it, but then again, there was a reason why i hesitated. back then, i didn't even know it was a knock off of balenciaga! i just thought it was a cool looking blazer.
shoegal - i tried on the blazers back in july in canada. they had size large, which fit, though usually i am a small/medium. these jackets were running really small!! i am kind of kicking myself for not buying it, but then again, there was a reason why i hesitated. back then, i didn't even know it was a knock off of balenciaga! i just thought it was a cool looking blazer.
i hope so! coz i have the striped one in small and it fits like an extra small!my bf said maybe the sleeves could be too long though O.o
btw we'll see on sunday when he comes back ;D
now i need to get another kefiah ;D
btw we'll see on sunday when he comes back ;D
now i need to get another kefiah ;D
Zara is cheaper in Europe than in the US. I finally found the beautiful fringed bag I was hunting, and it cost 129 euro instead of the $189.99 dollars oceanharlot reported! I bought it, it is incredibly beautiful and well made, I receive compliments all the time for that bag. I'll post pics as soon as my camera gets repaired. The quality of the leather is incredible.
They also made a D&G knock off black patent bag for only 24 euros!
Queen Michelle's gradient dress costs 50 euros circa in Italy.
Shoegal87, I'm italian too
could you post a pic of the blazer once you get it? I haven't seen it in Zara stores in Rome...
They also made a D&G knock off black patent bag for only 24 euros!
Queen Michelle's gradient dress costs 50 euros circa in Italy.
Shoegal87, I'm italian too
could you post a pic of the blazer once you get it? I haven't seen it in Zara stores in Rome...
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Just returned from Spain!
Hello. My husband and I just returned home from Spain and Zara is EVERYWHERE! I ducked in a few times and really did like the offerings. All of the items were so inexpensive even considering the tanking dollar. Our visit was pretty consistent with an exchange rate of $1.41 usd. I found a fabulous, simple, double breasted, belted trenchcoat (beige) for 50 euro...appx $76! The quality seems good, I am quite pleased as it was pretty damp through Northern Spain, the trenchcoat provided some much sought after relief
Ciao Bella!
Hello. My husband and I just returned home from Spain and Zara is EVERYWHERE! I ducked in a few times and really did like the offerings. All of the items were so inexpensive even considering the tanking dollar. Our visit was pretty consistent with an exchange rate of $1.41 usd. I found a fabulous, simple, double breasted, belted trenchcoat (beige) for 50 euro...appx $76! The quality seems good, I am quite pleased as it was pretty damp through Northern Spain, the trenchcoat provided some much sought after relief
Ciao Bella!
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i made it to zara last night and found the scarf! i loveee it
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so sad. the pin striped blazer had to be pulled off the entire zara floor. i called a few stores to try to get it...and they all told me the same thing. oh wellll
Enslaved by Zara
I see it. I am on a path toward it. Nothing will deter me now. With arms shaking under a load of acrylics and wool knits, I look straight ahead and imagine myself there-at the red and orange clothing rack across the room. The obstacles ahead present a challenge: meandering customers with wandering eyes, glancing at the shiny white walls in search of the perfect evening ensemble, a smart suit or a sales associate to assist them with their shopping needs. A customer spots me, presenting a logistical challenge. According to company rules, I am supposed to stop all I am doing when approached, but have not been told what to do with the task at hand. I must decide whether to return the clothes to the fitting room, carry them with me as I find a size or ignore the shopper altogether and go on with my “rack running.”
It is another busy afternoon at Zara, the trendy Euro-chic, designer knock-off retail house.
I entered the store earlier wearing my civilian garb, not yet suited up in tight black Zara pants and pinstriped oxford. I was smiling inside, knowing that as of yet, I appeared to be just another shopper going upstairs to the fitting rooms. Once there, however, I would sneak through a door to the locker room, a place to seek comfort in a chair and glass of cold water. The locker room “lounge,” with microwave oven and mini-fridge, is the one place I can chat with my coworkers, women from all over the world.
On my first day of work the manager told me that she had scheduled me for 30 hours for my first week. Despite the fact that that would be 10 hours short of being a full-time job, I still agreed, yet realized after going to class for four hours, then working for another eight, that 30 would not be possible. While my fellow sales associates return home at 11pm, have a beer and go to sleep, I eat dinner then go to the library to begin my school work.
Reality hits and I know it is time to punch in and sign the next eight hours of my life away. Assigned to the “floor,” I put on my Zara smile and greet the first customers I see walking through the door with a “Hello, how are you?” in a loud, friendly tone. Not exactly sure what I am supposed to be doing, I simply fold, tidy and greet.
Standing in uniform, I appear ready to meet any retail challenge. An attractive young man approaches and I greet him. He tells me that his girlfriend is a size two and extra small. He wants to know if Zara carries those sizes, because he cannot find anything on the floor. Internally, I reason through the problem: the sizes may be out of stock, or we may not make them at all. Not knowing which is the better answer, I combine them, responding assuredly, “We make some items in those sizes, but they are not all in stock.”
As my day goes on, I learn that people do not want to hear the word “No.” There is always an alternative, and it is my job to provide it. Whether t*t means bringing up another size or color from the back stock or writing down a name for a request, I must do everything in my power to make shopping at Zara a pleasant experience. The small joy of making others materially happy is surprising; when I found a size in the back for a woman lusting after a striped blazer, she told me with wide-eyed earnestness, “I LOVE you.” When your feet are aching, your back hurting and your throat is dry from dehydration and inhaled cotton fibers, on a Wednesday afternoon a proclamation of love can be surprisingly fulfilling.
By 10 p.m., after I have climbed the equivalent of a quarter of a mile in stairs, it is the little things that bother me. All my thoughts are drowned out by the blasting Euro-dance music. The fateful chorus of a certain song comes on for the tenth time in three hours: the singer croons, “shut up, just shut up, shut up … shut up, just shut up, shut up.” Meanwhile, trying to clean up a little before closing so I can avoid staying until 11:30 p.m., I begin to fold the table of sweaters. These sweaters, part of the Zara Woman line, are a soft wool blend and come in two styles and eight colors. The sweaters deserve the best, and that means folding them with a sheet of crisp white tissue paper inside. I begin to take pleasure in the aesthetic quality of the finished arrangement. The idea of “finished” is deceptive however; after leaving my stacks for a moment to search for a size, I return to find vultures in Diesel and Gucci snatching up my sweaters, paper fluttering to the floor, trying each color as if the colors make the styles different. They carelessly bundle each one up and toss it in the general vicinity of the others leaving me with another mess to clean up.
At the end of the day though, after all folds have been arranged, when the racks have been sized and back stock has been returned, there is a certain exhausted pleasure I get from looking around the pristine store. A sick fantasy of running through the racks with my arms out, knocking the clothes out of alignment crosses my mind, but it is only a passing thought. I step out of the door, get my bag routinely checked for theft, and feel the rush of the fresh spring evening air. Walking home, done for the day, I prepare to start the Spanish composition that is due in twelve hours.
cred."the Georgetown voice"
I see it. I am on a path toward it. Nothing will deter me now. With arms shaking under a load of acrylics and wool knits, I look straight ahead and imagine myself there-at the red and orange clothing rack across the room. The obstacles ahead present a challenge: meandering customers with wandering eyes, glancing at the shiny white walls in search of the perfect evening ensemble, a smart suit or a sales associate to assist them with their shopping needs. A customer spots me, presenting a logistical challenge. According to company rules, I am supposed to stop all I am doing when approached, but have not been told what to do with the task at hand. I must decide whether to return the clothes to the fitting room, carry them with me as I find a size or ignore the shopper altogether and go on with my “rack running.”
It is another busy afternoon at Zara, the trendy Euro-chic, designer knock-off retail house.
I entered the store earlier wearing my civilian garb, not yet suited up in tight black Zara pants and pinstriped oxford. I was smiling inside, knowing that as of yet, I appeared to be just another shopper going upstairs to the fitting rooms. Once there, however, I would sneak through a door to the locker room, a place to seek comfort in a chair and glass of cold water. The locker room “lounge,” with microwave oven and mini-fridge, is the one place I can chat with my coworkers, women from all over the world.
On my first day of work the manager told me that she had scheduled me for 30 hours for my first week. Despite the fact that that would be 10 hours short of being a full-time job, I still agreed, yet realized after going to class for four hours, then working for another eight, that 30 would not be possible. While my fellow sales associates return home at 11pm, have a beer and go to sleep, I eat dinner then go to the library to begin my school work.
Reality hits and I know it is time to punch in and sign the next eight hours of my life away. Assigned to the “floor,” I put on my Zara smile and greet the first customers I see walking through the door with a “Hello, how are you?” in a loud, friendly tone. Not exactly sure what I am supposed to be doing, I simply fold, tidy and greet.
Standing in uniform, I appear ready to meet any retail challenge. An attractive young man approaches and I greet him. He tells me that his girlfriend is a size two and extra small. He wants to know if Zara carries those sizes, because he cannot find anything on the floor. Internally, I reason through the problem: the sizes may be out of stock, or we may not make them at all. Not knowing which is the better answer, I combine them, responding assuredly, “We make some items in those sizes, but they are not all in stock.”
As my day goes on, I learn that people do not want to hear the word “No.” There is always an alternative, and it is my job to provide it. Whether t*t means bringing up another size or color from the back stock or writing down a name for a request, I must do everything in my power to make shopping at Zara a pleasant experience. The small joy of making others materially happy is surprising; when I found a size in the back for a woman lusting after a striped blazer, she told me with wide-eyed earnestness, “I LOVE you.” When your feet are aching, your back hurting and your throat is dry from dehydration and inhaled cotton fibers, on a Wednesday afternoon a proclamation of love can be surprisingly fulfilling.
By 10 p.m., after I have climbed the equivalent of a quarter of a mile in stairs, it is the little things that bother me. All my thoughts are drowned out by the blasting Euro-dance music. The fateful chorus of a certain song comes on for the tenth time in three hours: the singer croons, “shut up, just shut up, shut up … shut up, just shut up, shut up.” Meanwhile, trying to clean up a little before closing so I can avoid staying until 11:30 p.m., I begin to fold the table of sweaters. These sweaters, part of the Zara Woman line, are a soft wool blend and come in two styles and eight colors. The sweaters deserve the best, and that means folding them with a sheet of crisp white tissue paper inside. I begin to take pleasure in the aesthetic quality of the finished arrangement. The idea of “finished” is deceptive however; after leaving my stacks for a moment to search for a size, I return to find vultures in Diesel and Gucci snatching up my sweaters, paper fluttering to the floor, trying each color as if the colors make the styles different. They carelessly bundle each one up and toss it in the general vicinity of the others leaving me with another mess to clean up.
At the end of the day though, after all folds have been arranged, when the racks have been sized and back stock has been returned, there is a certain exhausted pleasure I get from looking around the pristine store. A sick fantasy of running through the racks with my arms out, knocking the clothes out of alignment crosses my mind, but it is only a passing thought. I step out of the door, get my bag routinely checked for theft, and feel the rush of the fresh spring evening air. Walking home, done for the day, I prepare to start the Spanish composition that is due in twelve hours.
cred."the Georgetown voice"
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I just bought the scarf too!
But I don't know how to wrap it around my neck nicely so that it won't look too bulky...any tips?Street_a_Licious
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There's always a discussion between my friends n me how the quality of Zara is. Some girls complain that their stuff seemed to break after a relatively short time and that the shoes are crap, but all my Zara purchases were really satisfying. Maybe it's because mens wear tends to me "Solid" cause styles don't change as quickly as they do for women.
My only problem is the choice of shoes at Zara for men. All of them look "trendy". Main irking point are the pointy toes. Either the toes are pointy or the shoe is just generally unappealing.
My only problem is the choice of shoes at Zara for men. All of them look "trendy". Main irking point are the pointy toes. Either the toes are pointy or the shoe is just generally unappealing.
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Update
I just got a call from my BF, he was in the Zara store and had managed to get a hold of the jodphurs (basic, cream,pic) The striped sweather, crewneck, and the black blazer (pic)..At first he called me and told me that the blazers where all sold out, but then as he was leaving the store a customer came to return one in my size and the clerck came running after him and asked if he still wanted to buy it, What luck!!
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Wow that was so lucky of you! Any chance of seeing you in it?
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I have the pinstripe 'balenciaga' blazer in a size small but its really way too big for me... I think I am going to ebay it.. :/ It's a shame as I quite like the style.
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I got some super cute blush nude flats this week with gradated studs on them, they hurt like hell though. zaras shoes need to be really broken in before they are comfy.
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