Lawrence Thorne

Review of Macy's

C'mon now, who doesn't get that tingle of expectat...

C'mon now, who doesn't get that tingle of expectation when reminiscing about school clothes shopping? Or buying your first fiyuh baller-shot-caller suit to your first job interview?And a list of firsts. My first Ralph Lauren polo, back when they were under glass and key. My first premier fragrance Drakaar Noire. I drenched every pore of my boyish frame in it. First place I purchased " fancy" shoes that were not sneakers. Penny loafers were the preppy "nec" back in the day. I had the Micheal Jackson "Beat It" black color. Macy's is synonymous with memories. It's a planet unto itself that morphs seasonally into all matter of dazzle and delirium. If you're in New York even if you're one of the lucky few to have a local Macy's, there's nothing and nothing like the 34th Street experience.