Downtown’s Worst Dressing Rooms

1. Century 21

Cortlandt Street near Broadway

Doorless dressing rooms make you feel like you’re changing in the high-school locker room.

 

2. American Apparel

Citywide

Eerie, too-bright lighting illuminates every lump and bump and gives skin a sickening green or radioactive purple tinge.

3. Forever 21

Union Square

You can hear your neighbor’s every move through the cheap canvas curtains. Nobody needs to hear the girl next door screeching into her BlackBerry about last night’s drunken debauchery.

 

4. Loehmann’s

Seventh Avenue at 18th Street

We could write a novel during the time we spend standing in line, waiting to try on clothes in the legendary disaster that is the communal dressing room, with its piles of clothes, flourescent light and lack of privacy. (The shame is only mitigated by the fact that you sometimes see people in worse shape than you.) If you make it into a stall, expect a heap of clothes left by the previous occupant.

 

5. Victoria’s Secret

Citywide

Weak lighting and cheesy pink walls force you to search for your inner slut—and then abandon her.

 

6. Brooklyn Industries

Lafayette Street, south of Houston

Sweatboxes! Heat radiates from the light installations straddling the mirror. Are sweat stains a new part of hipster fashion?

 

7. Daffy’s

Fifth Avenue at 18th Street

Cold tile floors, flimsy curtains and florescent lighting make you feel like you’re changing in a hospital room.

 

8. Urban Outfitters

Broadway near East Houston Street

Cruddy rugs are littered with blackened gum, used band-aids and enough string for robins to make a spring nest. One word: ewwww.

 

9. Henry Lehr

Prince Street at Bowery

Teeny-tiny doors that barely conceal you from your bikini line to your bust are bad, but what’s worse is that you’re forced to come out of the cramped dressing room so the salesgirl can scrutinize your rear.

 

10. Tokyo 7

East Seventh Street at Second Avenue

The curtain is half the size of a regular human, so any tall person can leer at you in your panties as he walks by.

Downtown’s Worst Dressing Rooms