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Table & Home

There's a particular kind of person who believes a good pair of earrings can fix a bad day, and we've stopped arguing with that logic - jewelry is the smallest thing you can wear and the loudest thing you can say, and everything else here, the bags, the clothing, the accessories, is really just built to keep it company.
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Body & Scent

There's a moment, buying a candle, when someone always says "it's just a candle" - usually right before spending twenty minutes deciding between two that smell nearly identical. We understand. Scent is the one vanity that gets to pretend it isn't one, since nobody can see it, and yet it does more work than almost anything else in a room. This is skincare for the face you're stuck with and have decided to be kind to. Perfumes, colognes, and fragrances for walking into a room like you meant to. Candles for the evenings that don't need witnesses, just a little warmth and something faintly like cedar. None of it is necessary. Most good things aren't.
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Wear

There's a particular kind of person who believes a good pair of earrings can fix a bad day, and we've stopped arguing with that logic - jewelry is the smallest thing you can wear and the loudest thing you can say, and everything else here, the bags, the clothing, the accessories, is really just built to keep it company.
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Featured Items

We're generally suspicious of the word "curated," but this section earns it - exclusive lines made in numbers too small to call mass-produced, local artists we noticed early, and artisans doing the slow, stubborn work that can't be rushed - pieces with a person and a story attached, made by hands we could actually name if you asked.
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Kitchen & Bar

The kitchen is where most of us keep our regrets, so it seems fair that it should also be where we keep a good cookbook or two. These run from the Mediterranean to Japan to a man who has clearly thought very hard about boiling an egg. Beside them sit block printed tea towels and napkins that make a modest table look like it has its act together, and a trivet that will happily catch whatever the oven decides to send your way. Through the swinging door, things get a little more festive. Embroidered cocktail napkins suggest you meant to have people over, Swedish candy proves that happiness can be purchased in a 150 gram bag, and the tenugui, a cloth the Japanese have used for everything from drying dishes to wrapping lunch, feels less like a product than a good idea that wandered in from another country. We like all of it. That is the whole explanation, and we have decided it is enough.
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Paper & Print

Paper is a patient medium. It will wait around for years while you decide whether you are an art person, a cookbook person, or a person who owns a book about handcrafted objects that made America. This collection politely refuses to make you choose. There are books about museums devoted to Wes Anderson, books about jewelry, books about hot springs, and a cookbook that takes the position that boiling an egg is a subject worth taking seriously. All of them full of other people's words. The greeting cards are the opposite. They arrive mostly blank, the messages left to you, a small dare wrapped in nice paper. No one is going to write "Happy Birthday" on your behalf, and the card seems to know this, waiting with all the patience the books have. A honeymoon card from a motel, a spicy card for a mother, a card for a friend who likes meatballs. You bring the words. We cannot help you with those.
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Play

Play is a category with a secret, which is that most of it is bought by people old enough to know better. Consider the evidence: a book about Marina Abramovic, whose method involves sitting still until something happens, filed under the same heading as a coloring book about Japan. There are puzzles of photographs taken at pools in the 1970s, paper vases that look like flowers and will never be played with, and a children's book about an artist who made enormous spiders and was not sorry about it. The rest of the collection is more honest about its audience. Animal-shaped water bottles, sling bags in colors you will defend to friends, coloring books that let an adult fill in a cabin by a fire and call it relaxation. There is a kind of permission in all of it, the quiet agreement that fun does not have to be earned or explained. We have stopped keeping score on what counts. Play, it turns out, is not about age. It is about deciding that the day has not been sufficiently decorated.
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