This Weekend I Went to an Urban Outfitters in Williamsburg and I Sort of Hate Myself For It


There’s no clear indicator on the approach, only an amiguous “Space Ninety 8” painted above the door. As you get closer, however, another sign reveals itself, like a restaurant trying to hide its “C” grade behind a potted plant or glamour shots of feral cats. “Urban Outfitters” it reads, as small and quiet as it can so as to not draw attention to itself, but big enough that you are reminded as you step through its doorway that, yes, indeed, you are walking into an Urban Outfitters and, more importantly, you are walking into an Urban Outfitters in Williamsburg.

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