947 North La Cienega
The Shop
Come sit. I keep the candles low. There aren’t a lot of clothes — that is the idea.
The argument we never settled
Jim wanted peacock feathers on the ceiling. I wanted them on the walls. Neither of us would move, so they went on both. Tere laughed. The mirrors went up after — broken glass, round eyes, a peacock over the room. If you walk in, that is the first thing. I still think I was right about the walls.
Kaftans on the left. A black dress with white flowers. Tapestries, incense, the dressing curtain nobody looks in because the ceiling is doing that already. Around the corner a unicorn, a horse, a monkey. Children find them before they find me. It reeks of dope. I don’t mind. Have tea.
From Morocco
I packed the djellabas myself — a saffron hood, a green one I almost kept — and the heavy silver, coins and amber, the kind that makes a noise when you walk. Vests. Slippers. Incense. Jim says the suitcase still smells. It does. I keep it on the velvet, in the candlelight.
Pamela
Hours
- Monday
- Closed
- Tuesday
- Closed
- Wednesday
- Closed
- Thursday
- Closed
- Friday
- Closed
- Saturday
- Closed
- Sunday
- Closed
Please telephone first. 652-5916. This season we are in Paris.