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Anyone who reads The New York Times Style section regularly (and really, who doesn’t?) knows that Cintra Wilson can make Cathy Horyn look like a withering church mouse provided that she’s in the right mood. We learned this week from her Critical Shopper review entitled “At Dior, A New Look That’s More Of A Sneer,” that the newly reopened Dior flagship in New York is one of the things that sends her into this mood.
Cintra Wilson‘s review of the new Reed Krakoff store on New York’s Madison Ave. is the first thing we read this morning, and it will more than likely be the wittiest, funniest, most incisive item of fashion journalism we’ll read all week.
Cintra Wilson, I love you. Your review of the JC Penney in Herald Square was my Gchat status for weeks, and when someone first sent it to me, I read it four times straight, laughing harder each time, and forwarded in a manic frenzy to everyone I knew. Your differentiation between Kiki de Montparasse and Victoria’s Secret-heavy Agent Provacateur? Spot on, and sent me straight to the Kiki store. Which is why I say, as a total groupie, Isabel Marant as an Army-Navy store? Non!