When no means probably
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Most of my favorite indie boutiques are located at a safe distance from my home—to visit Bird, a trek out to Brooklyn is required, and to splurge at Blue Tree, I must travel all the way up to Carnegie Hill. But Castor & Pollux is not five minutes away from my front door, beckoning daily, dangerously. I want pretty much everything that proprietress Kerilynn Palmer stocks—hand beaded Alice Park tunics, diaphanous Gary Graham dresses, gauzy tops by Alasdair—and have a very tough time leaving the store without a shopping bag in hand. So I try and limit my visits, and when I do go to tell myself I’m just there for inspiration, repeating silently to myself just looking, just looking.
Alas, this almost never works, and especially not if Kerilynn is around, because we always get to chatting, and the longer I linger, the more I try on. It’s too bad that C&P’s website doesn’t feature more of the clothes they stock, because then you could get a better sense of all of its many and varied temptations. For that reason, you must be sure to put it on your Must To Visit list when you come to the city. Meanwhile, you can shop the gorgeous jewelry line that’s been created just for the store: I love the graceful but substantial shape of this bracelet, which is available with pretty birthstones too.
And these malachite studs slay me.
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