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Cintra Wilson visits Maxfield in L.A., gets to see a real shrunken head. If she'd had to actually purchase it, it would have run her $37,500. But that's just how "with-it celebrities and voraciously spoiled brats" roll when they come to a store like Maxfield, which is equal parts ersatz dungeon, art museum/sex club and clothing shop. Wilson is left wondering if the store is "truly avant-garde, or is it sexily complicit, capitalist luxury kitsch?" As usual, the answer is in the question. Overheard in Maxfield: “Don’t be so weird, Dad! It’s, like, $14,000. Whatever. I want to look at Comme des Garçons.” [NYT]