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Any sympathy Lindsay Lohan amassed for herself or her maligned, ginger privates during the Brandon Davis Shitfaced Firecrotch Diatribe flap is evaporating, as press coverage has quickly abandoned the "victim" Lindsay persona for the vapid, stall-hopping, pre-Firecrotch era Lindsay. Take for instance her dream, shared in an upcoming Harper's Bizarre interview, of one day opening her own high-end fashion boutique:

"I'd only do it if Karl Lagerfeld was interested [in having his clothes there]," Lohan tells the mag. "Or Tom Ford. Or Alexander McQueen. Or Jean Paul Gaultier. Or Proenza Schouler."[...]

"Yves Saint Laurent's collection is genius for fall. Balenciaga is amazing. And I love Rick Owens and Alessandro Dell'Acqua and Giambattista Valli and Roland Mouret. I could go on and on," she enthused to Bazaar — Lohan's dream gig would be to rep Lagerfeld's Chanel. She's even begged to work as a shopgirl, going behind the Chanel counter to check everything out.

"They're like, 'Lindsay, you're on the wrong side — that's where the salespeople stand.' And I'm like, 'No, just let me do it, please, I'll work here for the day,' " Lohan told Interview.

By "work," of course she meant, "tap randomly at the cash register and make fun hats out of the Chanel logo tissue paper," and by "day," she actually meant, "for the next fifteen minutes, or until I get bored." Still, for their highest profile celebrity client, no request to play make-believe lowly retail store clerk is too great, and the annoyed staff undoubtedly obliged Lohan in indulging her long-standing shopgirl fantasies.