Banana Republic - an inescapable staple of New York Fashion. It's actually in my office building. It's the only chain store within a 5 block radius of my west village pad. There was a time in my life when Banana Republic full on dominated my wardrobe - I found comfort and safety in the the ubiquity and low-level trendiness available to me for $78 a sweater.
This year I've made a continual effort not to shop at Banana Republic. In fact since I've started my first full time job, I haven't bought a single item. I've instead replaced them with BCBG Max Azara. Which is decidedly cooler, especially when I'm raiding the 70% off rack (which exists only in SoHo).
But I've come to realize that I do miss one aspect. Free hemming. I'm short, I get pants hemmed - This service is the flame, I am but a moth. So this winter, I'm coming back. I'm buying my pants here. Size 0 fits me perfectly, and don't tell me its vanity sizes - which a store clerk actually did once. Oh my god, fire yourself.
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