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This week, Cintra Wilson sets out to review the new Pierre Hardy store in the West Village. First, though, she has to find the entrance, which proves difficult: "M. Hardy's aesthetics of disinvitation are reaffirmed by the fact that there does not appear to be an actual door. Getting inside requires more than galvanizing a certainty of one's metaphysical being; the determined shopper is forced to hurl her full body weight across panels of amber glass until a secret hinge eventually yields, allowing her to stumble inside, stripped of pride and balance." [NYT]