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- False. Do not get your hopes up that Isabel Marant pour H&M is some sort of Japanese disco party. It's a battle. And the weak will be crushed. [Photo]
- In an effort to stay warm in the 150+ line outside the Fifth Avenue H&M, we imagined how fly we would look in our cray sweaters and printed pants. Like a mix between Anna Dello Russo and French Anna Dello Russo. [
- We got in around 7:30pm (event started at 7:00pm) and this is not what we found. [Photo]
- This. This is what we found. [Photo by Racked]
- Everyone was an animal, and words like "horrifying," "awful," "insane," and "fight club" were thrown around, but no one was a bigger asshole than this top. So smug. [Photo by Racked]
- In desperation, we got to higher ground. [Photo]
- And it wasn't far enough to outrun the terror, so we kept moving up. There we found the slightly smarter shoppers who had found third floor fitting rooms. [Photo by Racked]
- After the initial war scene, people were hovered over their piles of goods on display tables (we swear they had developed Gollum-esque hunchbacks since entering the store). One woman snapped "'Scuse me, that's ours!" as another picked up a hat that had fa