Ew. Club Monaco! Shame!

We were strolling through Soho (looking for more bright knock-off Ray Bans because we sat on ours -- oops) when we came across the travesty taking place at Club Monaco. First, there was the store flag:

The flag was wrapped shyly around the post above the door to Club Monaco. Perhaps the shopkeepers thought that by disguising themselves as "B Monaco," no one would know that Club Monaco had sullied their shop window with not just one, but three outfits destroyed by a hideous grey tights and open-toed white sandal combination.

Tsk tsk, Club Monaco. Oh -- sorry; B Monaco (wink wink).