Brick leaves, gate flowers.
I spent some time in New York last month and things felt very spring. Back to LA, it was full swing eternal summer barbecue season.
Sometimes I’ll walk into a store and like something, but it doesn’t like me back. It finds fault with my furniture and furnishings, and wishes that I would buy all of its in-store friends and live a life a bit more refined. Iko Iko doesn’t give me that feeling. Their housewares might be fine-crafted, inanimate companions for the considered life, but they’re also warm and welcoming. The store is a small brick world of unexpected life and joy, I took some pictures of the store last month. You can see them here.
Happy fried food weekend.