First things first, forget just waltzing in and expecting them to hand you a Birkin. That’s like, laughable. Think of it as a *quest*. A quest that involves serious planning, strategic shopping, and a whole lotta hoping.
The rumour mill churns about buying history being key. Basically, you gotta prove you’re worthy, ya know? Show ’em you’re not just some tourist looking for a status symbol. Start small-ish. Maybe a scarf, some homewares… a cute bracelet? Build that relationship with a sales associate (SA). Treat them well, be genuinely interested, and for the love of all things Birkin, don’t be a jerk! Remember, they hold the keys to the kingdom (or at least, the keys to the back room where the Birkins *might* be hiding).
Now, Paris timing… apparently, it’s a thing. Some say certain times of the year are better than others. I haven’t personally figured out that secret sauce, but hey, do your research. Maybe avoid peak tourist season? Less competition? I dunno. Worth a shot, right?
Appointments, oh appointments. You *might* be able to book one in advance. Emphasis on *might*. It’s like trying to get concert tickets for Beyoncé. Good luck with that. But definitely try. And even if you can’t get an online appointment, you can def try to book one in store, you never know if someone cancelled!
Here’s a little something nobody really mentions enough, though – don’t give up if you get rejected! Like, seriously. I’ve read so many times about people throwing in the towel after one try and it’s like… no way! You gotta keep showing up, keep building that relationship, keep browsing. Maybe they just didn’t have one in stock that day. Or maybe your SA just wasn’t feeling it. Who knows?
Honestly, and this is just my two cents, I think a lot of it comes down to luck. Being in the right place at the right time, with the right SA, and the right amount of Hermes purchases under your belt. It’s a crapshoot.
And the price? Don’t even get me started. Let’s just say it’s an investment. But hey, if you’re gonna drop that kind of cash, might as well do it in Paris, right? More romantic story, better bragging rights.
