It is 2pm on a Thursday, and Lan Kwai Fong is rapidly emptying as the stragglers from lunch make their way back to work. At the corner of Wellington and D'Aguilar streets, however, things are just getting going. A crowd of women is determinedly trying to elbow its way into a tiny 300 square foot boutique. With a mosaic facade of red tiles, it resembles the interior of Central MTR station. And since Milan Station opened less than three years ago, it has grown to be one of Hong Kong's hottest retail destinations.
But Milan Station - its shopfront logo oddly mimicking an MTR exit sign - is no designer boutique; it is a second-hand shop, or according to the boutique's lingo, 'fashion recycler'. And if its success is anything to go by, what was once felt by Hong Kong's ladies who shop to be the ultimate social stigma ('second-hand, my dear? Reeallly?') is now a pragmatic way to recycle last season's cast-offs. Outside the store, a handful of mainland tourists has gathered, greedily eyeing the lurid display of handbags. The goods are all big-label must-haves: Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, Hermes. Keith, the shop manager, steps out and welcomes the women inside. It resembles a busy bar with its flurry of activity, counter staff jingling the tills and customers weaving through the throng, exchanging their bags for cash and diving back in to rummage through the racks for something else they fancy. The pounding beats of full-volume LMF and Eason Chan, coupled with the buzz from the crowd, make for a lively vibe on a mundane work day.
The tourists immediately gravitate towards a shelf by the entrance with monogrammed bags, and swarming, each begins to fumble through the piles, swinging bags on to shoulders, laughing and chatting like teenagers dressing up.
A restaurant hostess, still wearing her red uniform and nametag, walks in hurriedly for a quick dose of retail therapy, one eye on her watch while she flicks through price tags on the hunt for a bargain. The salesman, seeing his customer is in a rush, whips up a few canvassed messenger bags and beckons her to the counter, where he opens them and shows off the lining. 'They just came in a few days ago so snap them up before they disappear. Items like these go in no time, and you won't see them next week.'
A teenage couple, waiting for receipts for the two wallets they have just bought join a group checking out the recommendations that have just arrived from European and local boutiques.
'It's actually one of our quieter days today, it's usually so packed people are standing outside,' says one of the sales staff at the door, keeping a vigilant eye on the crowd of tourists . 'Well, at least they know it's a shop,' he mumbles with a slight smirk. 'We've had people come in and ask us to top up their Octopus cards thinking it was a train station.'