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The Statue of Liberty. Times Square. The Empire State Building. Abercrombie & Fitch? As a resident of New York, you learn very quickly to avoid the tourist attractions that become mundane upon seeing them once. Foreign tourists wait in line for hours, bearing the elements with cameras and binoculars, to see the same shit we see every day. What’s even stranger is these same tourists wait in line to purchase items from a brand that most fashionable Americans can’t stand. Every morning, the line outside of the Fifth Avenue Abercrombie & Fitch exceeds 200 people waiting to be let loose among rows of identical-looking denim and hooded sweatshirts. A recent survey discovered there were visitors from Ireland, England, Brazil, Spain and Russia. The reason? One was cheaper prices. Now that I recall the blur that was this past summer, my English roommate and his visiting sister practically planned their day around an Abercrombie shopping spree. A word to visitors of our fair city- there are many superior places to shop in this mecca of young American designers. But chances are if you’re reading this blog, you’re already aware.
I stole my first pair of platforms from the Spice Bus in 1997 when Anglophilia was all the rage. Collector of vintage bags, vinyl and kitchen appliances. My dream of becoming a butcher is momentarily on hiatus so I can teach you how to wear muumuus and apply false eyelashes. Follow me on Twitter @CrystlMeatballs.