Calvin Klein
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The Denim Department, Third Floor
The third floor always felt cooler than the rest of Marshall Field’s, like the air up there had been filtered through indigo. The escalator would sigh me upward from the perfume counters and handbag displays, and as soon as I stepped off, the smell shifted—less floral, more starch and dye, metal hangers sliding on chrome…
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The Sale Rack Always Knew
By the time the elevator doors sighed open onto the women’s floor at Marshall Field’s, I could already feel the temperature change. Cooler, somehow softer, air-conditioned air scented with White Linen, Clinique Happy, and the faintest trace of coffee drifting up from the Food Court. But under all of that, like a secret only certain…