zara. Zara. Zara. How we love thee. I remember when the first store opened in Regent Street in 1998, having shopped in Zara in Spain, I was beyond excited (Mich was only about 10!). Eighteen years later and the love affair shows no signs of waning.
we hear people say “oh but the quality isn’t that great”, great, shmate, I have Zara pieces in my wardrobe from my single trips to Marbella, and they are still going strong (let’s call them vintage).
This season they have GOT IT GOING ON. Every time we go in we literally stop breathing (we know this sounds melodramatic – which we are – but seriously have you been in there recently??). Anyway, we digress. We actually don’t know where to start …… oversized shirts, military jackets, embroidery galore, metallics, ruffles, lace, leather, oh we could go on all night …
Nobody on the High Street comes close to Zara in terms of cut, style, detailing and originality. We have both worn pieces and been asked “Is that Isabel Marant?”, “Stella McCartney?” …… “no darling, £19.99 from Zara”.