Sorry for disappearing for a couple of weeks . . . I don't know what I was doing, really. Nothing productive, that's for sure. I just crawled into the depths of my cave and stayed inside, floating in the ether of ineffective dreaminess. It happens. Especially this time of year, when the sun moves into Pisces.
But I've resurfaced now. These shots were taken on Prince St., heading from MacDougal St. to Sullivan St. Prepare for multiple spas and salons, but otherwise this is a quiet residential block, with St. Anthony's convent on the southern Sullivan St. corner.
Menswear boutique
Sean used to be on Thompson St., between Spring St. and Prince St., but it moved to its new, seemingly-smaller, similarly off-the-beaten-path location at 199 Prince St. last summer. I've always admired the store's natty, stylish suits, and I think these are the kinds of clothes I should be wearing if I ever get wealthy enough to embrace my full adulthood. Although I'm not exactly lusting after that purple scarf.
The eastern window of
Sean. I could totally see myself at some literary cocktail party in that blazer or those sweaters, but again, sans that scarf.
At 196 Prince St. is
Erbe, an Italian herbal beauty spa. The inconspicuous, discreet entrance suits its elite clientele, which supposedly includes many celebrities such as Kate Moss and Lauren Hutton.
A closeup of the
Erbe window, with a Gothic white banister and some cherubim from
Cabanel's Birth of Venus.
Across the street is another salon, also underground, the Japanese
Salon Hoshi Coupe, at 193 Prince St. Apparently, the haircuts are cheap but phenomenal, and the low-key space is comforting. But I'm stuck on that literal representation of
ball-and-chain in the front.
On the corner of Prince St. and Sullivan St., across the street from the convent, is our third beauty shop on the block,
Ling, at 191 Prince St. My favorite part of the Ling shop is outside the store . . . that funky tile on the sidewalk.
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