I witnessed a serious discussion of bedding among four twentysomethings. I saw meditation CDs, plasma-screen TVs, Pilates balls and, my favorite, an aisle marked “beveragewear.” I saw food. I also saw a Michael Graves wall clock. I do not need a Michael Graves wall clock. And yet there was my hand, moving as if no longer part of my body. Come to the clock
“I fear Target is a magnet for acquiring useless stuff,” says Fenton, who purchased a Spongebob Squarepants soap dispenser while there. An informal survey of a few WOW employees who’ve hit the new Target shows their acquisitions to be rather more random than useless.
Chris McKim: cat toys and treats, detergent, toothbrush, bathroom scale.
Thairin Smothers: cat toys and treats, car air fresheners, kitchen rug, Target charge card.
Tom Wolf: folding table, office chair, white T-shirts, Downy ball, bath mat.
Ed Magana: Stouffers frozen lasagna.
Devon Schneider (and friends): cat treats, Corona brand swim trunks, Lime Away, light-switch covers, blinds, gum.
Craig Browner: curtain rod, underwear, toothpaste, soap.
Gabriel Rotello: cast iron candelabra, candles, other things, spent $150.
Aric Laferriere: picture frame, floor fan.
Alisa Charoen-Phol: Stephen Sprouse flip-flops, Isaac Mizrahi sweatpants, Cynthia Rowley-designed bulletin board.
So if a red bull’s-eye is the new black and Target is the new Studio 54, then which way to the basement where the celebrities get high?