Clyde's Feature Leads

Narrative:
It's a sweltering summer day on South Congress Avenue in Austin, Texas. Every time a car comes rumbling down the busy street, you want to scream in pain as the hot blast of exhaust crawls across your skin, raising the temperature around you to at least boiling. The spicy scent of Thai food from the food trailers across the street is making your eyes water and you are pretty sure even your fingernails are sunburned. Nearly blind and scrambling for shelter, you tumble into the nearest doorway. It creaks open with a tinkle of bells and suddenly you're face-to-face with a display of peacock feathers standing in a cool, dimly-lit room that smells like the sweet spices of Thanksgiving. Your sigh of relief quickly turns into a gasp as you catch sight of the racks and racks of lovely, unique vintage clothing that surround you.

Descriptive:
A tangle of antique gold necklaces clang softly against shiny mile-long strings of pearls. Old floorboards creak under scuffing footsteps. The musty smells of cinnamon and well-loved clothes fill the air, drifting on the gentle breeze that wafts in through the glass door, making the many peacock feathers scattered throughout the store wave like hands, greeting the few customers stylish enough to know of this store's existence.

Compare/Contrast (or pathetic last effort):
For some people, getting dressed is just a matter of fitting in, finding things that match (maybe) and don't look too much like you're wearing a trash bag. But, for others, it's an adventure, an opportunity to put on a costume and become someone you can only wish you were. These people are easy to spot with their sequin jackets, lace up boots, and shoulder-length feather earrings. And of course, many of them can be found at Feathers.