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This week, Alexandra Jacobs takes on the new Michael Kors flagship on Madison Avenue. She likes Kors for his sense of humor but seems to find his clothes a little bland. While the antiseptic space doesn't win her over exactly, she does amuse herself spotting all the food references: "A breezy bossa nova was playing over the loudspeakers as I ascended translucent stairs to the second floor, currently housing an array of resort wear, a k a cruise wear — meaning cruises on Ari’s yacht, not the Pacific Princess — in cream, olive and salmon, colors that seem chosen to nourish vicariously the size-4-and-under set. (The bomber was 'barley,' according to its label; the balmacaan 'honey'; and the door handles, rendered unnecessary by a polite sentry, resemble oversize after-dinner mints.)" [NYT]