Unimpressed by Abercrombie

“Does your mother know what you are doing?!” That was my reaction to the artfully unclothed young man standing just inside the Abercrombie store at South Coast Plaza (“The Ab in Abercrombie,” by Jade Chang, Fall Fashion Issue, Sept. 10). I had just returned from pre-Katrina New Orleans with vivid memories of late-night prowling in the Bourbon Street gay bars. I saw the same provocative poses, the same glistening muscles, the same throbbing music.

I admit, I went into the store. Sadly, I bought nothing. The models and sales staff made me uncomfortable, the merchandise was overpriced and that throbbing music--great for a night out, but for shopping? I’ll leave the Abercrombie shopping to tweeners and lovestruck teens. Buzz isn’t everything. My boomer buck is going elsewhere.

Tanya Adams

San Clemente