Walk up to one of Barneys’ Madison Avenue windows right now, and, as if sensing your presence, a woman’s voice will suddenly begin singing the melodic refrain from America’s “A Horse with No Name.” “La la la,” she sang, when we visited. People on the sidewalk stopped and stared. Behind the glass is a black Perspex grid through which a film is visible that shows a row of girls lined up in a large windowed room who walk one-by-one up to a seated woman, bend down to her and confess. “I wanted to put broken glass in Isola’s shoes,” says one. The seated woman gags the girl and blindfolds her. Read More