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Mike Albo gets loose at the new Hickey store in Soho. "A talkative sales associate, well dressed in a gray suit and purple tie, set me up in one of the dressing rooms, a brightly lighted chamber behind a steel door that had several circular portholes. 'I hope you don’t mind voyeurism,' he said, and I didn’t. The store had a relaxed atmosphere, and I would have walked around in my underwear—but maybe that’s just me." Wow. Hopefully, they've got that ceiling situation figured out by now. [NY Times]