On my way down Prince street toward RRL yesterday, among the downpour of rain, I noticed a store front that I had never paid attention to before, for one reason or another. Passing by, I saw a vintage ladies dress among a gathering of old beat up boots sitting upon the floor with a great bebop, jazz selection playing. Through further inspection, I found hunting vests, knapsacks, bow-ties, braces, and all the wool, plaid, and military whatchamacallit’s you could fathom in a store called Eleven
The women’s selection is just as outstanding as the mens, and I actually found myself browsing the women’s while fiending over the valises huddled around the floor next to the glass case (which was from an old bus station if my memory serves me correct), containing vintage razors, cigarette cases, bow-ties, and other notable accessories. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend because I was late to meet someone, but I plan on clearing time to stop back through very soon.