59 North Main Street, South Norwalk
I don’t hate this store but I’m not sure why. It has questionable standards, from the pervy CEO, Dov Charney, to the soft-porn marketing to the illegal workers sweating it out in their LA manufacturing facilities and, lastly, to the predominantly lousy clothes. But sometimes I compartmentalize all that in the part of my brain marked “Ignore Until a More Convenient Date” and buy a decent white cotton raglan-sleeve tee for about twice what it used to cost.
I guess the force making me buy clothes here is the same one that compels me to bring all three kids to a restaurant by myself: the hope that, despite historical fact and all appearances, it may end up being a pleasant experience. The same hope, I imagine, that compels Dov each time he decides to produce a line of translucent plaid polyester blouses or sexually harass a female employee.
Robin’s note: The silver lamé leggings frequently grace the pages of W and Vogue magazines and would be perfect if you’re dressing as the Tin Man for Halloween.
Who you’ll see shopping here: Women and men ages 15-30 years old. Many fancy themselves “contrarian.”
Their specialty: Skin tight tube dresses and metallic leotards.
What you should buy: Cotton t-shirts and sweatshirts.
What you may not know but should:
1. While Charney is a pig, he can be commended for paying fair wages and not outsourcing his manufacturing. Even though he hires workers without the proper papers.
2. None of his sexual harassment accusations were proven, but the man looks damn guilty.
3. They’re bankrupt. Again