Have you ever seen a multiple story Abercrombie & Fitch? I have, thanks to Paris’ Champs Élysées. Not gonna lie, I put off going to the place for months because I’m not a fan in any way of the brand or culture behind it but curiosity killed the cat, right?
Well, I finally strolled through the massive gold plated gates and through the lush gardens to the massive golden door that stands as the entrance. Before ever entering, as with any Abercrombie, the stench stung my nostrils to the point of hard breathing, but I pushed on. Through the doors I walked to the middle where you could look up and down to see multiple floors above and below your head. Massive.
And then I left. Because yeah, I cannot stand Abercrombie. Even with the fancy façades and hunky men, I couldn’t stay inside that wretched place. So there you have it. My Parisian Abercrombie experience.