Four floors. Edgy Swedish designs. A yellow baby grand. Oh, and vintage Robert Mapplethorpe coffee table books. Yes, even the infamous male nudes collection, that introduced conservative, American politicians to homoeroticism and that little federally funded program known as, (the) National Endowment for the Arts. Ah! Wasn't the early 90s the best!?
Anyhoo, the great thing about Acne is that it's really chic/hip/trendy, but so not holier-than-thou. The staff is really cool and friendly, and won't tell you how ridiculous you look in that little leather/seersucker number you just had to try on--something says you'll be able to figure it out on your own. Even better is that they carry larger men's sizes than most British designers. Ya know, those Swedish chaps are by no means small.
Venture to the next floor to find a lovely selection of youthful women's clothing, followed by jeans on the second floor (aka Acne's bread and butter), and an airy gallery with a roof garden on the top floor. If this space weren't already occupied, I'd be working on selling some vital organs to afford this little slice of real estate heaven. Yellow baby grand, Mapplethorpe books, and all. read more