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In this week's column, Jon Caramanica takes on all six Marc Jacobs boutiques in the West Village. Rather then rehash the discussion of whether any neighborhood really needs six stores from one designer, he evaluates each location as a shopper. The men's and women's shops are a little too disorganized, he writes; "I felt more at ease in the store devoted largely to handbags, which is not a sentence I expected to type, ever." Little Marc wins his praise, with pieces "fantastic enough that one might legitimately get angry at a child for outgrowing them," but it's Bookmarc that suggests Jacobs's true future as a —here comes that word again—"curator of taste more than a creator of it." [NYT]