DenimHunt

So let me tell you a story. It's a very good story...

Several times this year, while walking down 34th Street between Herald's Square and Penn Station, a particular shop across the street from Macy's kept making it's way into my peripheral vision. So much so that I developed a minor fixation on it. It could have been the perplexing name, WHO.A.U. or simply the distinct orange background on which it was typed. I can't say. But for whatever reason, no matter how zoned out I was, I always managed to come out of my trance as soon as I walked passed it. It happened so often that I had this little game I played in my head where I tried to figure out how to pronounce the name; Who Ahh You? Who Are You? Who You? Who Australia? I think this little ritual actually kept