Designer consignment at its best--sellers get 50 percent of the profits--this funky hideaway is often the first stop for shoppers on a day-long vintage spree. East Village label hounds drop off their designer cast-offs, then pick up an oversized Hermes handbag, almost-new Burberry coat or pair of hard-to-find '60s tinted sunglasses.
The labels are limitless, with racks that sound like a runway line-up list. Prada, Gucci, D&G, and Miu Miu have all come and gone and come again from the dramatic, even theatrical, stock. Helmut Lang shoes are here this morning gone this afternoon, but a pleated Issey Miyake frock or bizarro Vivienne Westwood jacket might hang on the racks for weeks, waiting for some love from its next adoring owner. A few no-name pieces make the cut too, if the owner finds them strangely appealing.