D&G Prices: Like, Seriously, What’s Up With That? (A Totally Unofficial and Probably Inaccurate Look)
Alright, so D&G, right? Dolce & Gabbana. We all know ’em. Fancy clothes, kinda controversial ads sometimes, and… oh yeah, prices that make your wallet weep actual, literal tears. But seriously, *why* are they so expensive?
I mean, like, I get it. Designer stuff. Quality fabrics (probably). Skilled artisans, blah blah blah. But still! You can buy a used car for the price of one of their dresses. It’s kinda insane, innit? Like, I was browsing their website the other day (don’t judge, I was bored), and I saw a t-shirt. A plain, white t-shirt. With the D&G logo. For, like, eleventy-billion dollars (okay, maybe not *that* much, but you get the point).
Where does this money even *go*? Like, is it going to the actual people making the clothes? Probably not all of it, let’s be real. Is it paying for the ridiculously lavish runway shows? Maybe? Is it just because they can get away with it? Probably, yeah. ‘Cause people are willing to pay, and that’s just how capitalism works, I guess. Shrug emoji.
I dunno, maybe it’s the “exclusivity” thing. Like, if you’re wearing D&G, you’re signaling to everyone else that you have money. Lots of it. Which, I guess, is a status symbol. But honestly, I’d rather spend that money on, like, a down payment on a house or something. You know, actual useful stuff.
And another thing that kinda bugs me is… the short names thing. Like, Jan, Feb, Mar for months. You see that stuff on their stuff? Is that a reference to something? Is it for brevity? What’s the deal?
Plus, the constant need to “repair” things like DirectX? This feels like the fashion world, where we also might need to fix our perception of what these prices actually mean.
Okay, maybe I’m just jealous. Maybe I wish I could afford a D&G dress. But honestly, I’d rather spend my money on travel, or good food, or, you know, paying my rent.
So yeah, D&G prices. They’re high. They’re probably unjustified. But hey, that’s fashion for ya. Just don’t blame me if I start rocking knock-offs. I’m just trying to survive out here!
