No. 6

This is the torture than ensues my life by living within 100 yards proximity to No. 6. Ok mellow drams I know. But seriously the mere fact that I have to pass the windows of this little piece of heaven between yoga classes, China Town errands, and well just because...gets my blood boiling in-a-not-so-healthy-for-the-bank-account way. Cult following but locally made clog boots, oodles of vintage and the best damn accessories collection = I wish I was a rich bitch.

all images via No. 6 blog