It seems that American Apparel is nothing if not democratic. The store realizes it foists its own aesthetic on unsuspecting passersby daily, forcing them to stare at whatever combination of half-dressed gangly pre-pubescent girl/ neon-clad androgynous guy/ Dov Charney-conquest/ old director dressed as a rabbi/ porn star it sees fit.
Well, the people are not going to take it anymore. Or at least in Harlem they won't have to. The brand's Harlem storefront — which features an AA-typical photograph painted onto the white brick facade — will now be put to a vote and customized (and early Racked commenters demand more booty). But even choice is relative. Most of the options still seem to be a flexible model in some state of undress. But at least the store will soon feature the bent-over gal in a leotard that that people chose.