To Market, To Market

A great thing about New York is that, in addition to the hundreds of amazing stores, boutiques and sample sales to work up extensive credit card debt at, it seems every season, a new pop-up shop or market springs up. This weekend, I visited two of the most different ones currently on the map.

Dover Street Market is one third high-end boutique, one third bizarre fashion funhouse, and one third art museum. It makes me want to go back in time 26 years and insert the embryo that would eventually grow to become me into the womb of the first wife of a middle Eastern prince, or at the very least, Melinda Gates, so that two and a half decades later, I could afford to purchase the hand-sewn Comme des Garçons kimonos I instead spent 20 minutes rubbing across my cheek (I love you, Mom). The store-slash-installation closes and completely renovates every six months, which means I have half a year to legally or otherwise accumulate copious amounts of cash (so start sending this blog to your friends, lovies).

The Brooklyn Night Bazaar lives in (where else?) an old warehouse on the Greenpoint/Williamsburg border, and has been described by Yelpers (this is the one and only time I will quote, endorse, or otherwise trust a Yelper) as “Chuck-E-Cheese for adults”. In addition to booths selling unique vintage jewelry, clothing, and home furnishings, the bazaar has a ton of old school arcade games (think Skeeball, Pac Man and Street Fighter), a ping pong room that blasts incredible music as you play, and a beer garden and assortment of food truck and other local vendors. Every weekend, different bands perform for shoppers and gamers. It’s the ideal date night with your favorite girlfriend or your other half, and mugs of hot, cinnamon-spiced mulled wine make it an excellent pregame as well.

A quick photo diary from both (I’ll leave you to guess which is which), below:

Thom Browne custom creations; how amazing is the one on the left?