Then it’s off to Poleci, a new store in the meatpacking district (perfect timing!), where I am struck by a young woman who has “She Don’t Look Back” tattooed between her shoulder blades... followed by a trek back up to 26th and Eleventh for ThreeAsFour, where we are crammed into a freight elevator and then stand around like a herd of sad overdressed cows in a dark room for about a half-hour. “It better be worth it,” someone mutters behind me and surprise, surprise, when we finally get in — it is. Medieval nuns in black and ivory glitter tunics tending bonsais set on mirrored columns! That’s how I want to greet the most fraught era in American history in 70 years!