*Le sigh*. I never got to have my Fashion Crimes moment.
I had many moments of wandering in there as a young thing, making day trips into the city. My friends and I referred to it as "the princess store", as we took in its magical racks of shimmering, flowing robes and change rooms ensconcing us in curtains. Ugh, we were such losers; losers who couldn't read the damn name on the sign for all the fairy dust in their eyes. Seriously, we actually didn't know what it was called.
The only foreseeable reason to purchase anything, yes, *PROM*! got wasted on the previously mentioned (thanks for reminding me, Melissa), and far-cheaper, Fairweather. No, I was no princess, but I assure you, it was not by choice.
Whatever, prom was lame anyway. Maybe I'll save this place for my wedding...