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This week, writer Cintra Wilson, taking her turn as Critical Shopper, goes to that strange foreign land known as Brooklyn to check out boutique Zoë. "Before heading to Zoë, I grabbed a croissant at Almondine, the patisserie owned by the beloved chocolatier Jacques Torres. Noris, the Central American counterwoman, complimented me on my handbag...'You did not get it at that store?' she gasped. 'You mean Zoë?' I waved the idea away. 'No-o-o-o-o.' She leaned across the counter and informed me, sotto voce: 'The bag in that store? Oh my God, two thousand.' Hers was a dismay ordinarily reserved for things covered with blood. 'I know,' I agreed, a certain unattainable Alexander McQueen bag stabbing into my memory. 'Who can go in that place?' I thought about it. 'Rich young moms married to hedge fund guys,' I told her. It’s true: Dumbo is lousy with them." [NY Times]