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51% viscose 30% polyester 19% polyamide
For specific measurements of this garment, please see the Size Guide.
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Be bold in Barney! This cute and quirky dinosaur intarsia knit design will bring a fabulous amount of fun to your knitwear collection. The bright print works perfectly against the charcoal grey background. As well as the super soft knit, the cuffs and waistband are elasticated for extra comfort… you’ll feel like dino-mite!
Hand wash separately
Turn inside out for washing and ironing
Hang to dry
Do not pile when damp
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The Barney Dinosaur Jumper is a soft charcoal grey knit with an intarsia dinosaur motif and elasticated cuffs and waistband.
But Barneys truly became replaceable because it no longer had a monopoly on point of view. Artful luxury became broader as a category, and more diffuse. Barneys, which at its peak operated like an idiosyncratic boutique on a grand scale, found it difficult to remain the ne plus ultra of sly style.
AS OPPOSED TO FORTY FIVE TEN, which is often so empty as to suggest Prada Marfa. Occupying much of the fifth floor of Hudson Yards, the 16,000-square-foot store is broken into four parts. And yet still, everything feels crammed together. No store in New York does so little with so much.
The default aesthetic is vertical and slim, and the tones are mostly neutral. Overall, the suggestion is that you can be bleeding edge and also modest, an innovator who can easily blend in.
The spaces are beautiful, the clothes largely chic. And yet each section is a battle of its own. The intense mirroring of the vintage section distracts from the crucial details of the often astonishing clothes, including a pastel layered chiffon Giorgio Sant’Angelo dress.
That said, on one of the days I visited recently, Totokaelo also had by far my favorite clientele, and easily the most vibrant: someone who looked like a rogue K-pop star on the lam, a young stylist for rappers, three men (shopping separately) wearing heels.
As a shopping experience, it’s never not grim. The store is claustrophobia inducing, and as rowdy as the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. There are intriguing pieces from Mastermind and Ader Error, but it’s a challenge to embrace them more than cursorily. The women’s floor essentially sells only après-spin items that would pair well with black leggings and Air Force 1s.
Every five feet in the store is a new climate zone, thematically distinct but close enough together to ensure you never deny yourself a chance to dream big, or strange. Dover Street is as close as New York has to a Chalmun’s Cantina for fashion misfits. Every employee is wearing at least one item of clothing that looks objectively wrong, until you realize it’s you that’s wrong.
Anytime I noticed that a friend had gone for a visit, I sent a message asking for a graveside report; most came back bleak. Recently I went to see for myself — in Beverly Hills, forgive me — and found the air inside stagnant.
It has been dispiriting, and also farcical — the butterfingers dismantling of a great New York institution.
New York already has its replacements. We visit the heirs apparent.