Terrible tailoring in Hoi An

As i mentioned in a previous post, Hoi An is host to an abundance of tailors and cobblers who will make pretty much any garment or shoe for a fraction of what it would cost in England. Unfortunately I wrote the previous post before Ed and Olly had picked up their branded garments. Ordinarily i would leave it at that; but since the garments in question are so hilariously bad i feel i would be cheating you if i didn't post a picture.
Firstly, I'll give an idea of the context under which the garments were revealed. Ed and Olly entered the tailor a few days ago with the intention of buying fitted jumpers and polo shirts with embroidered logos, or in their words: "Uni pulling gear."
If you are a member of the younger generation or if you have children of the younger generation you will know that the tiny logo on a shirt is exceptionally important to us. Ed and Olly both payed considerably extra to have emblems embroidered on their new clothes, excitedly choosing the Ralph Lauren polo player, the Adidas Originals trefoil, the Lyle and Scott eagle and most importantly the Lacoste crocodile.
The next day, the tailor was eagerly revealing the completed garments one by one. The joyful expression on her face showed how hugely proud she was of her handiwork. She was particularly overcome with pride as she displayed her Lacoste crocodile to Ed, and her eyes were searching his face for a sign of the immense gratitude she was expecting to recieve.
Instead, she watched  his face sag into a miserable grimace reeking of despair and disappointment. He turned to Olly and solemnly spoke the words "I think i might throw it in the bin right now."
Here is a picture of the atrocious imitation for which Ed payed 15 english pounds. For those of you unfamiliar with René Lacoste's signature crocodile, the original is in the bottom right.

 

Never have i been able to derive so much schadenfreude from such a small thing, and never has such a small thing been so embarrassingly conspicuous.

I don't have pictures of the other logos, but needless to say they were all horrifically obvious fakes, some of which made us question whether she had even looked at the real ones. Fortunately that night we were able to drown our sorrows in beer which cost 9 pence a glass.

To give her some credit, her Adidas Originals logo was almost certainly original.