Shopping for Ivanka’s line at Corte Madera’s Nordstrom
By Flora Tsapovsky
The Trump administration’s tribulations have offered very little to the average fashionista. That is, until the nationwide giant Nordstrom announced, on February 2, that it was dropping Ivanka Trump’s clothing and shoe line. The move, which Trump said in a tweet was “so unfair,” was reportedly unrelated to politics, but rather to the fact that sales of ‘Ivanka-wear’ plummeted last fiscal year, with the biggest losses taking place in October. The timing of the decision to drop Ivanka, however, was dire, and speculation about the real reason was inevitable.
On a clear-skied Monday, the Nordstrom at The Village at Corte Madera shopping center was quiet and peaceful, almost impossible to associate with anything Trump. California was generally against the current president, voting overwhelmingly blue and sprouting protest after protest after the election results settled in. Would anyone at an average Marin County Nordstrom care about the big drop in sales of Ivanka’s line?
“Do you have any Ivanka Trump apparel?” I asked an unassuming elderly saleswoman in the evening wear department, after a short search online yielded images of black lacy shifts and business-like wrap dresses. The sales rep, who had just complimented my vest, now looked at me with piteous disapproval. “We never had those,” she said, desperately. When I showed her the images on my phone, she recovered her memory. “We hadn’t had the clothes for a while, but try the shoes.”
“Trump?” asked another sales rep, smiling faintly. “Maybe some shoes are left; they removed everything with Nordstrom’s new policy.” I asked why and the woman, who had a Russian accent, gave a brave answer. “It’s because of her association with her father, which I think is a stupid business decision.”
“No, no,” the first lady chimed in. “I spoke to some managers here and it’s because the sales weren’t doing good.” A groomed, middle-aged shopper overheard the exchange and added, “I wouldn’t buy her stuff anyway, the styles are so severe and uptight!” That shopper refused further comment.
Down in the shoe department, I approached a young sales assistant of Filipino heritage, chatting happily to a fellow employee. But once Ivanka’s name came up, the smile was off—the official voice was on. “There will be some shoes on sale, but the sale is only displayed on February 16,” the assistant said. “Would you like me to dig some up from storage for you?”
Something tells me that Ivanka herself would not like this option. I politely refused and inquired, with the best poker face I could manage, “What happened?”
“The sales weren’t doing so well so we dropped the line, but once she comes up with some better styles we might bring it back,” the girl said, reciting a memorized script. “We’ve had ups and downs with all of our lines.”
The response was nearly as uptight as Ivanka’s dresses, and it was nearly impossible to decode her true sentiment. Was she, like the Russian lady upstairs, feeling for Ivanka, a possible victim of a politicized fashion game? Did she vote for Ivanka’s dad or, like many Californians, for the sane alternative? At Nordstrom, the blossoming smell of perfume and the soft music scrambled all options into a pleasant, escapist blur—now, completely Trump-free.