Frankly, the blitzkrieg of ladies' clothing boutiques popping up along the Loop's main drag has been a bit of a disappointment. Is there a bunker beneath Delmar from which they collectively pull their lookalike wares? And is said bunker the vortex where the cocktail-fueled wardrobe of Sex and the City's Carrie Bradshaw intersects with that of skankmistress Christina Aguilera's? Sultry-in-their-own-skin fashionistas needn't advertise themselves via coochie-peekaboo microminis or pre-ripped... More »
