It’s possible to spend a week shopping in New York City. Heck, it’s possible to spend a entire life shopping there. But what if you have only a very short time? In that case, I recommend you head straight to Broome Street.
Broome Street? Broome Street? Not 5th Avenue? Not Madison Avenue? Not the Lower East Side or the Upper West Side? Yes, Broome Street. In Soho. Where I recently spent only an hour and still came away full of retail endorphins at minimal cost.
Sunday I had a flight out of JFK. The long weekend was coming to a close. Time for one quick foray. And I wanted to see the new Isabel Marant store. Which had been reviewed here, piquing my curiosity. I just love New York Magazine.
Luckily the Crosby Street Hotel provided large umbrellas. Out the door and into the rain. Found Marant’s store. Wandered in. Beautiful clothes. I tried on some jackets, one in tweed-ish sweatshirt material (no, I am not kidding), and one in black leather with Balmain-ish shoulders. Oooweee. But I don’t make impulse purchases at that price point. I asked the saleswoman if I could take a picture. “Oh,” she said, “I’d have to ask PR.” Well then. I felt chuffed even to be pulling out my camera somewhere that required PR permission. But I put it back.
Out the door and into the rain. Where I spied a familiar sign. Jonathan Adler. He of the fab pillows. I couldn’t resist.
And what a fab post-modern spot for your imagined Palm Springs great-aunt this place is. Voila M. Maverick. He styled the showroom for me a little bit, moving a chair out of the way.
I think Adler’s on a roll. He offers something for the preppy look, something for the mid-century aficianado, and irony all around. He even has a clothing collaboration coming up with 7 For All Mankind. I bought a candle, as souvenir. I didn’t even care what it smelled like by this point.
Nor, apparently, what it looked like, as I own not a jot of brown or yellow furniture.
A MOMA outpost. A MOMA spinoff famous for, well, the MOMA. But they have killer cocktail napkins for sale, as well as posters.
Broome Street. And bring me a present, please. When I go back I’ll get one for you.