There is one neighborhood, however, that is extremely dangerous. Especially after receiving a paycheck. Meyongdong. Though Seoul is known for its numerous shopping districts, this one takes the cake. Street after street is lined with well known stores from Louis Vuitton to Chanel to stalls selling handbags and shoes for dirt cheap. Carts of knock off goods like those found in the dodgy basements of Chinatown in New York are displayed in the middle of the street here. It seems that Korea doesn't give a damn about copyright laws. Food vendors are everywhere and the aromas of Belgium waffles and potato tornadoes seem to lead every unsuspecting boy and girl from one fabulously fashionable street to the next.
Luckily, I was able to avoid the crowds of the evening, as Meyongdong shopping continues until 5am.
As conservative as Korea is, I was somewhat surprised to see this "pants down" floorset at Levi's.
I don't know what is with Koreans and their sweet potatoes.
I felt very out of place in my jeans alongside girls sporting four inch heels and the very latest trends, including graphic shirts with English seriously lacking good translations. It's no doubt that those who wear them have no idea what they say. I'm going to get a pictures of these said shirts very soon. I felt even more unfashionable standing next to the many guys shopping. I have never in my life seen a population of people that are so well dressed, with New York and Rome both considered. Many guys here look like gay cartoon characters, which is Korea's perception of what a handsome man is. I will admit, they are pretty: girl jeans ironed, nails manicured, and man purse in tow. Keep in mind, though, that they are not gay. Really. I will save this for a later blog.
Needless to say, I found one bargain after the next, taking note of the styles of those shopping around me. My favorite steals were a $4 floral skirt, a $10 dress/belt set, and multiple pairs of $1 earrings. I also enjoyed my hour spent in the three-story Forever 21. And my delicious chicken galbi fried rice. Though the streets and stores were more crowded than Macy's in NYC on Christmas Eve (seriously), I was in pure bliss. So much so that I literally walked around this neighborhood for five hours, before I dragged myself away. There's always next paycheck...