When I say “hanger,” what’s the first thing that pops into your head? Here’s my best guess at some possible thought bubbles: if you’re a dude, “Mmm, steak!“ if you’re an heiress, “Mmm, private jet!“ if you’re an art installer, “Ugh, work.“ And if you’re a clotheshorse, you might recall Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford shrieking […]