The abercrombie and fitch store in my old Los Angeles neighborhood uses a bare-chested, beefcake male as a door greeter. Standing hands on hip to highlight his impeccable pecks, the young man poses for photos with shoppers and reminds passersby of the vogue nature of the clothier.
There are three A&F outlets in Colorado, but abercrombie and fitch I haven’t visited any of them since moving back to Denver earlier this summer, so I don’t know if they offer a comparable display of male eye candy.
I was reminded of A&F earlier this week abercrombie and fitch when I happened upon a marvelous Cherry Creek retailer whose merchandise I vastly prefer to that sold by A&F and whose totally naked female greeter better personifies the store’s upscale outdoor wear than A&F’s door dudes embody that chain’s lines of apparel.
Filson’s part-time greeter, Tobee, is abercrombie and fitch a stunning blond: athletic, affectionate, and loyal, as befits the specialty retailer. Sitting unclothed on the stoop of the Filson entrance at 200 Fillmore Street, it isn’t hard to imagine taking Tobee along on my next outdoor adventure, even if I am a happily married man.
Lest my Rabbi read this and have a coronary, I guess it’s important to note at this point that Tobee is an irresistible one-year-old yellow Labrador that is owned by one of Filson’s sales associates. While Tobee looks as if she was planted on the store’s doorstep as a deliberate ploy to woo the hunters, campers, fisherman, abercrombie and fitch and office day dreamers to whom Filson caters, the dog’s perch is really nothing more, I discovered, than a happy coincidence.
Without Tobee at the door, I never would have entered the store. And that would have been my loss.
