Poor Catherine Malandrino.
She came so close to a nice, happy review from Critical Shopper Cintra Wilson in today's Thursday Styles. Now she will be known, at least for the next week, as the store with the idiotic salesperson.

I was not in love with the sales assistant, a young woman whose talents ranged from invisibility to impatience. I asked about a certain white double-breasted jacket.
⿿That⿿s a Catherine Malandrino piece,⿿ she snapped.
I almost said, ⿿No, absolutely not: it⿿s a Catherine Malandrino piece,⿿ but bit my lip and concentrated on shoes, which were stuck into bookshelves with an array of goopy ⿿70s blown glassware.

She sure sounds helpful. Imagine finding a Catherine Malandrino piece in the Catherine Malandrino store. Then there's this,

In my dressing room I heard a conversation the sales assistant was having with a Frenchwoman and her tween daughter.
⿿Could this dress be ready in four days?⿿ the mother asked. ⿿She needs to wear it in Brazil next week.⿿
⿿I don⿿t know,⿿ the assistant whined with a finality that quashed all hope that she might find out.

The not easily pleased Wilson liked the clothes and was amused enough by the store to toss off a few of her signature fanciful descriptions, but then it was all ruined by one stupid salesgirl. So close, Catherine. So Close.
Critical Shopper: Catherine Malandrino - Does the Global Village Come in Petite? by Cintra Wilson (NYTimes)
Catherine Malandrino 652 Hudson Street at 13th Street, West Village