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Mike Albo wants all of us to give Tommy Hilfiger a chance. The Times writer visits Hilfiger's boutique on quaint Bleecker Street (aka "the People’s Republic of Carrie Bradshaw"), and finds an assortment of stylish, preppy duds (with the occasional "garish" item) at a range of prices. Albo reserves his funniest line for the shop's decor, "a mix of dark masculine hues and cheery flower prints. A pink statue of a poodle stands at the door. A dressing area is draped with orange striped curtains and a gleaming chandelier. There is even a small garden out back. This is sort of how I imagine Tom’s and Gisele’s honeymoon bungalow might have looked, except with them having sex all over it." [NYT]