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| - Yup, I'm a dude and I'm reviewing H&M. It's only because this location is in Vegas, and it replaced FAO Schwartz -- one of my all-time favorite stores to just peruse all the toys. I still remember the gigantic wooden horse at the front entrance. I never really bought anything, though. Of course, most people did the same and they subsequently filed for bankruptcy.
So with the huge space void left by FAO, H&M filled it out with hanging, large disco balls, creepy mannequins suspended in midair, and a DJ booth. There's loud music, flashing lights, and colors galore. All that's missing is some red velvet rope and some beefy, stuck up bouncers. You'll see everyone step back and take pics of the entire spectacle.
Anyway, my wife seemed to really enjoy shopping here. We came here not once, but twice. Her visit was to scout the joint, and the second visit was to drop the bomb -- the credit card bomb. While she was having fun shopping, I checked out the men's section, which wasn't too shabby.
They had a decent selection, bigger than most H&M's I've been to (ahem, with my wife) but whenever I find something I like, they never have my size. Tons of small and medium, but where's the large and XL? Their sizes tend to run smaller too. I'm not a skinny dude. I like to eat.
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