The heaving crowds Gucci was expecting never seemed to materialize--we can't say if it was opening date confusion, the lonely Crosby Street location, lame product, or mass-joblessness keeping folks from splurging on tennis shoes more expensive than a month's rent in Phoenix (the Shophound doesn't know for sure either). Either way, employees out-numbered customers at least two to one so we imagine service is fantastic. Just don't pull out your camera; photography is forbidden.
Mark Ronson's boat shoe sneaker morphs sit way up in the front in the type of lighted glass cases generally reserved for fine jewelry. These shoes have inspired us to write a short note to Mark Ronson in haiku form:
Dear Mr. Ronson,
More deejaying, less design.