from Schadowstreet right to kings boulevard

engl.: kings boulevard

Friday afternoon and I went out to the city. The shopping street Schadowstreet (ger.: Schadowstraße) was my target. It's becoming winter so I'm almost freezing outside. It wasn't that cold, but a little breeze was arising.
The construction zones were everywhere and obstructed the massive traffic. Busses had to drive slowly. A tram with the number 712 was opening it's way through the people who doesn't care about it and went over the streets as they like to.
It's almost this overcrowded and you feel like fish in a little sardine can. You can breath, but when you're new at this city and this street, you can't see everything at the first time. It'll take time to get yourself to every corner of the city. Particulary at this popular streets.
At Schadowstreet I can almost watch the people who were about to go to kings boulevard (ger.: Königsalle). An interesting thing so I decided to follow them.

The boulevard, where I'm using to spend my time, was overcrowded as usual. Nothing new for me and I had to say, it wouldn't be the same with all the tourists like me, even though I live nearly next to this street. I would like to live in this street, but the apartmens are this expensive. You can only hold such a apartment, if you have the money for go shopping over here.

On the left side, the popular side, you can see all the stores with expensive labels. Gucci, Prada, Zegna. The side for the women, while the right side was usually build for the men. Expensive banks all over it. You propably wont get a look inside them without a high account balance.

Since I was a woman myself, I always dreamed about going shopping over here. But this will ever be a dream, I know that.
The people were going across the street, but I looked at the right side, were artist were selling it's newest paintings. They doesn't seem like real art to me, but beauty always is in the eye of the beholder.

Emporio Armani, kings boulevard germany

My eyes was running over the paintings back to the left side of the street. A big store with a construction zone right in front of it. Over all of this the letters of the name: Emporio Armani. Second line of Giorgio Armani. Well, they might want to expand in size. Although the construction zone wasn't that small some people were coming out of this store and some of them were taking a bag with the logo on it.

Well, I was sure, this wasn't the only Armani store on this boulevard, so I passed it and went over to watch the next stores. But this day my sight weren't on the stores itself. I was watching the men's who was coming out of these stores. I didn't know this would be my destiny today.

Luxury, glamour, money.

Luxury, glamour, money. You ever wondered, what it's all about? What it's all about in life? Well, I wondered too. Sometimes I asked myself: Is really all that you need, have enough money for the rest of your life, to keep yourself to a higher standard?
It might be things better left unsaid, but who doesn't want to have enough money, so you can do things you never did in life before? You would usually never do.
You ever entered the most expensive store in town, just to be harsh to the saleswoman and order her around before leaving the store without buying something? It's not like, you can't. The saleswoman doesn't know your account balance, neither the bodyguard right next to the door. And as my mom said: Even the richest person isn't written all over it's face how much money they've got. She's right.
Enter a Prada or Gucci store, doesn't matter how expensive they're looking. The saleswoman will be friendly to you, 'cause she assumes you have enough money to afford some of their stuff. She will never send you out. She can't.
But there's one thing the staff of this stores do know: No ordinary mortals will ever enter their store. No ordinary mortal will ever get the courage to order them around and no ordinary mortal will ever buy something they want to entrust you.

engl.: kings boulevard, germany

Well, knowing all these things doesn't make you more determined and you're still standing on this boulevard amongst all these people you can't tell which one's on which side. The rich or the ordinary side. And you're still on the ordinary sight.
Facing the stores and the peoples who entered them, trying to recognize which side this peoples are on, clutching your digital camera in your hands. It's not about the stores yet you're fascinated. It's about the people. My mom's right. You can't tell which person has money. You see all this well-dressed people who got enough shots of botox in teir faces. And you know they're one of them. Of the high society.
But they're also the other peoples who just wanted to see these people, just like me.

However, it is not the same. I started a survey and the most guys doesn't want to be like them. Almost 95% want to be the way they are. I'm one of these 5% who doesn't want to be the way I am. I want to be one of them. With all the prejudice and fancies.

There is one ticket out of all this right into this innovative and new world. One good-looking ticket who just came right out of this Giorgio Armani store. And his name was Odin.