You see them popping up everywhere, these little status symbols cinched around the waists of, like, *everybody* with even a *hint* of disposable income. And you’re probably thinking, “Okay, another designer belt. What’s the fuss?” Well, it’s Goyard, man. That’s kinda the whole point.
The thing about Goyard, and their belts especially, is that they’re, well, *Goyard*. That means the signature Goyardine canvas (which, FYI, isn’t actually canvas, it’s coated linen and cotton, a little “secret” for ya!), the subtle yet undeniably luxurious vibe, and the general air of “yeah, I can afford this, no biggie” that just kinda radiates off of it.
I saw this one on sale the other day, supposedly up to 23% off. Honestly? 23% off a Goyard belt still ain’t cheap. But hey, for the chance to flash that little buckle and make everyone else jelly? Maybe it’s worth it. Maybe. (My bank account is currently screaming “NO” but my fashion-obsessed brain is whispering sweet nothings about how chic I’d look).
Finding one in a boutique can be a *mission*, let me tell you. They’re not exactly readily available like, say, a Starbucks. It’s all about the hunt, the *experience* of potentially securing the bag…err, belt. Plus, actually touching the leather…the *premium* leather, mind you…it’s just different. You can feel the quality. Or at least, you can tell yourself you can feel the quality. We’re all susceptible to marketing, right?
And okay, let’s be real. It’s a belt. It holds up your pants. But it’s *more* than that, isn’t it? It’s a statement. A signal. A subtle (or not-so-subtle, depending on how loud you’re rocking it) declaration of your…uh…fashion prowess? Your ability to snag something coveted? Your general coolness? I dunno. It’s complicated.
They’re supposed to be durable, you know? I mean, for that price, they better be! I heard a story once about someone accidentally spilling, like, an entire glass of red wine on their Goyard belt and it just wiped right off. I don’t know if that’s true, but I *want* it to be true. Because if I ever cough up the dough for one of these things, I’m gonna need it to be practically indestructible.
