For years, we deluded ourselves that Lincoln Road could become a quirky subversion of the suburban shopping-mall experience, that the uniquely Miami culture the strip once exemplified could coexist alongside giant corporations' fast-fashion megastores. Sure, for a while you could get khakis at the Gap and a cheap shirt from H&M and then go check out drag queens, live jazz, a sale on mystical healing crystals, literary readings, samba lessons, or any host of outré diversions that would have seemed downright bizarre at... More >>>