"I dreamed there was a dog and it was being cooked, you know, on the stove," the salesperson is saying into a phone at the empty Chanel outlet in Woodbury Common. "And then the dog jumped up and ran away down the street half burned. It was horrible. I don't know why I dreamed it." Her words, puzzled and sad, seem oddly at home in a glittery shop filled with marabou-trimmed sheepskin coats and quilted handbags and spectator pumps that, despite the jauntiness of the merchandise, is about as cheery... More >>>