The pursuit of goods to purchase in Vegas is, luckily, NOT a game of chance. All you need to know is what level of spender each hotel caters to and you’ll immediately grasp which treasures lay within their storied malls. You must actually ENTER the hotels in order to penetrate the realities behind their ingenious facades. In other words, New York New York may LOOK incredible, but once inside, you’ll experience serious Manhattan seediness, circa 1979.
Therefore, high rollers should bank on Caesar’s Palace, the Bellagio or, my favorite, the aptly named WYNN. They all contain the usual Madison Avenue suspects (Chanel/Louis Vuitton/Gaultier), but there is just SOMETHING about Wynn that’s special. If the Ferrari/Maserati dealership is a bit MUCH, you could focus on getting personally re-shod at SHOE-IN, which features such glitzy brands as Louboutin, Zanotti and the amazing Claudia Cluti. Then, clip-clop over to BLACK SATIN to get your butt gloriously gift-wrapped in undies for the holidays (2 Belles NYC: $31-$44) or for anytime else (La Perla/ Leigh Bentivoglio/ Myla). While you’re there, accessorize your naughty self by stocking up on La Mer creams, Annick Goutal fragrances, or a nifty bedside Kama Sutra.