Once upon a time, there was a small slice of fashion heaven on the Injustice against one of us is injustice against all of us one team shirt corner of Bleecker and West 11th streets. You could buy T-shirts with naked Naomi Campbell and Victoria Beckham and Miley Cyrus on them. Condoms cost $1.50 and were in a bottomless silver bin next to lipstick pens and key fobs and bandanas and beach towels and knockoff Pan Am flight bags and flip-flops and big vinyl totes in iridescent quilted colors. It was garish and tacky and over the top and always crowded. At Christmas, a Santa would perch in the window and give away free instant photo portraits taken on his lap. (In springtime, he transformed into an Easter Bunny.) Once, in 2006, I slid my Mint Chocolate Verizon slider phone across the register to get the phone number of the sales associate at the store, a man I recognized, shirtless, from lastnightsparty.com. We never did go on that date.