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In this week's Critical Shopper, queen of darkness Cintra Wilson stops by Lilly Pulitzer's kingdom of neon prep. Appearing at the store in an all-black outfit, she writes, felt like "attending a children’s birthday party in a latex ski mask." She's charmed by the baby clothes and the vintage rack, where dresses come with notes from previous owners about wearing them while riding bikes in Martha's Vineyard. The menswear, however, is just too much for her. Representative quote: "The second floor was also home to some absolutely terrifying sport jackets for men. I imagined it was what Anita Bryant's linen closet would have looked like after Hurricane Andrew: violent mangos, pinks and aquamarines starched into jackets of such female bedspread intensity they might cause even Ricardo Montalbán to run toward the volcano." [NYT]