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In this week's Critical Shopper column, Cintra Wilson undergoes an epiphany when the owner of Chinatown vintage store No. 6 convinces her to try on a boxy silk blouse. First, though, she confronts her own distaste for the luxe-boho Nicole Richie look: "I never cottoned to hippy chic. I find earth tones, peasant skirts, gauzy tunics and the very idea of bralessness to be utterly terrifying. A rack of dresses in this mossy-mushroom palette made me involuntarily revisit the smoggy world of Maurice Sendak's "Night Kitchen" and reminded me of hot-tub intelligentsia women from my childhood who were into experimental education, made compost and lived in yurts by choice. A vintage Ted Lapidus jumpsuit in a color I dubbed Soylent Green ($208) would have been perfect for Joan Didion or Frida Kahlo to toss on and go to a 12-hour est seminar." [NYT]