A postcard from Tokyo
(Wish you were here Faust!)
Ann's second store flagship opened in Tokyo last week, I finally got the chance to visit yesterday.
I wonder if that's why I couldn't sleep all night...
It was gorgeous...everything in that space was gorgeous...frankly, you couldn't get such a level of aesthetic fulfillment from visiting even some of the top art galleries.
The entrance is a large glass door in a white frame, facing a wall covered from ceiling to floor in rows of black full-length garment bags, hung as in a cloakroom. You can only see the clothes once you slide open the door manually and turn the corner...towards the right for the women's, towards the left for the men's area. The whole room...high ceilings, whitewashed wooden interior, background music...is completely tailored to express Ann's world. I wasn't surprised that they were playing music from my favorite composer...
The accessories were lovingly arranged under bell jars. The clothes...well that goes without saying.
The only disappointment was the venue...the newly opened Omotesando Hills...which, sorry to have to say it, is none other than a glorified, glitzy, noisy mall...a big fat Ando Tadao disappointment
. I don't think Ann would have chosen the place had she known what the complex would actually be like...
As for me, I made the mistake of trying on this outfit ...now I'm dreaming up ways--some more legal than others--to afford it from head to toe, down to the sandals...
(I wouldn't want to taint the beauty by mixing it with unworthy partnerships now, would I...B) ) The line of the skirt ( it has a
devastating train in the back and is pulled up daintily in front around the knee by a string from the inside), the cut of the top, and the steadfast hold of the shoe are haunting me yet...
...but oh, how inspiring!
Unfortunately the full-length satin dress, which I needed more and actually would have bought, didn't suit me so well.
Now I wonder where I can get my hands on a copy of that GQ Style...?