new york city
Wit abounds at this appointment-and-weekends-only storefront that's part cheeky art gallery, part eclectic rare book dealer and part eccentric lifestyle shop (check out the rolling salt and pepper shakers and customizable trophies). And all of it is a full and convincing testament to cofounder Andy Spade's remarkable brain.
It's hard to choose between the Correll Correll chiffon skirts, Raquel Allegra shredded silk tees and No. 6's private-label line of wear-'em-forever-and-ever wood-sole clogs. But if forced, we go with the clogs.
Lori Leven started with tattoos and has moved on to accessories. At her new shop, earth-tone ceramic pots and colorful fabric tassels dangle above a collection of vibrant stone pendant necklaces, raw crystal-encrusted cuffs and chunky engraved silver cocktail rings.
Don't be scared by the dark, graffiti-filled stairwell—you're in the right place. This secret spot is full of international home pieces (red lamp shades from Hong Kong, wooden utensils from Sweden), all displayed on illuminated tiered shelves along with typed-up tales of the item's origin.
Antique glass shelves lined with a twinkling collection of the world's rarest perfumes (and cool candles from Ladurée) make this apothecary-feeling "temple of beauty" so incredible.
Blessedly uncluttered and color-coded, Amarcord's medley of upscale European clothing and accessories dates to the 1940s. Fancy lines (YSL, Pucci, Dior) and ones you've never heard of but are about to totally fall in love with are given equal rack real estate.
You'll fight crowds at the Canadian retail giant's double-decker stateside flagship, but while its distinctive in-house brands, an outstanding denim selection and gentle price tags justify some elbowing, remember that the sunlit second floor is far less trafficked.
Buried deep inside Billy Reid's dark, wood-paneled flagship is his refreshingly un-prissy women's line, complete with his signature tailored trenches, crisp shirtdresses and woolen coats.
Think of Erica Kiang as your personal shopper. Only she shops the entire world. Every six weeks, Kiang embarks on a global pilgrimage and brings back treasures like Peruvian oil vials, Spanish-print pants, Korean denimwear and a particular Japanese meowing cat camera we're sort of obsessed with.
The functional and the pretty converge at this Chelsea home haven, where sleek dark wood side tables, agate crystal coasters, delicate gold wire tree sculptures and oversize embroidered pillows are all artfully crafted and often locally produced.