More pictures from the evening of February 17, walking down the south side of Greene St., between Prince St. and Spring St.
At 117 Greene St. is
Tarina Tarantino, displaying adorably girly costume jewelry. I'm far from immune to the quirky, colorful femininity showcased in this storefront. It's just so dress-up
princessy. Where's my purple crystal tiara?
The small side display case of
Tarina Tarantino. I took a tall shot here to show off that awesome bordello-wallpaper vertical sign, and the cartoon-sexy bottom panel.
Here's a closeup of small side display case of
Tarina Tarantino. Those yellow beads just
glow, and I love the gaudy, historical-chic cameo pieces. My mother had a much more demure cameo of Mary, Queen of Scots that she often wore pinned to her silk business blouses, so I'm a sucker for oval cameos, even when the silhouette is set on a tangerine background.
Next door to the south is
Anya Hindmarch's designer bag store at 115 Greene St. The big, obviously roomy bag has gorgeous natural leather, and that white clutch has an elegant modernist simplicity.
Here's the south side of the
Anya Hindmarch window, with a large, practical day bag that whispers tasteful, moneyed granny. The petite, chic evening clutch is cute, but perhaps a little too hand-painted crafts-fair in appearance to satisfy its aspiration to be an expensive luxury item.
The wacky window of
Anna Sui at 113 Greene St. supplies a blast of eccentric energy. The dresses featured are quite cute, although the purple and red retro one strikes me as being more of a costume than an appropriate party dress . . . although maybe that opinion is colored by the mannequin's eye patch. I am a fan of that big gold messenger bag with tassels, though.
At 111 Greene St. is the
Adriano Goldschmied store, better known as simply AG Jeans. The shop has been growing in reputation as the hot spot for vintage-inspired denim. While they're visually arresting, I'm not sure those hanging wire-forms make the jeans look all that flattering. They appear wet and wrinkled (or perhaps
shellacked), and is there anything more uncomfortable than wearing wet jeans?
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