Once upon a time in Manhattan there was a young girl who would pretend to be a tourist who couldn't find her ticket and jump "back" on the hop-on-hop-off double-decker bus. She'd ride from The Apollo in Harlem alllll the way to South Street Seaport to buy casual chic navy blue and beige clothes from a massive Abercrombie and Fitch. This activity brought her much joy*.
OK. It was me, and once upon a time was once upon... I was too old to be doing this, but it was a long time ago. Moving on.
The Abrcrombie that they've brought to Canada and stuck in the bottom of a mall in Dundas Sq, well, sucks. It's dark and moody and reeks of their in-house perfume. This scent is likely the alternate for many young girls' Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. This A & F also blasts electro-pop at a poisonous volume. Headache central.
I braved this blast from the past because I clearly remember never having to hem their jeans (I'm wee) and that they knew how to make decent over-bathing suit attire (I also like to hide my jelly bits), white linen hippie shirts, etc. This is probably still the case, but the store was so horrible I didn't stay long enough to find out.
PEPPER PREDICTS she will be all up on their website soon looking for some of the above mentioned items.
*I have just given a bunch of young women in Harlem a clever way to boot it downtown in NYC. You're welcome.