i have quickly become aware of the damage done by the kentucky fried debacle. the first wave of alienation made itself known when i attempted to buy the new preen line down on orchard. i walked into fragile to the sound of scurrying salespeople and clothing being carted into the backroom. the only items left on the rack were last season's alice roi and pucci prints. i staggered backwards, speechless. they had given me the fanny-pack treatment. i stumbled towards ddc lab for their special absinthe-laced chai only to hear a sorry, you're closed sign being flipped against the lucite and a lock click into place. i briskly walked up houston in a daze hoping to at least partially alleviate my shoplust, however i found that my money was only partially more welcome in soho than the lower east side. helmut lang greeted me with cold shoulders and blank stares. miu miu provided a fanfare of co-worker whispers and giggles. desperate to be satisfied, i worked my way to broadway and finally got served at a *banana republic*. i was on the verge of tears. i don't know how much more i can take of this.
pi - max