I finally went on vacation a week ago and hit up M-I-A-M-I. I finally went shopping for the first time in like, 4 months! One of the consequences of being house poor is that you end up sacrificing your attention to personal attire and appearance. I was like “Friends” at 6pm every weekday on Omni: a walking rerun.

Anyway, first day there, we hit up Lincoln Street and made it half-way down the strip before deciding it was basically a homage to bedazzled True Religion jeans and big booby fare. I had need for neither.

Then after dinner one night we took a stroll further west and saw an oasis among the sea of glitter, calling to us in its serif letters, spelling out, “J. C-R-E-W”. Steph and I promptly returned the next day.

After getting our crewsifix, we came across an unusual storefront, “All Saints Spitafields” adorned with rows and rows of circa 1920-1940’s Singer Sewing machines. The ceilings were mounted with clusters of accordion photography lights, and the clothes were just dirty, edgy, crude, ripped, torn, worn, and magnificent. Fashion and Interior Design collided.

This was my first intro to All Saints - its apparently come from the UK (of course, right?) and been in the States for the past 8 years. And guess what, its hitting up Montreal and Toronto in the next year. Woohoo - I just have one request for thee future Spitafields’ buyers: please please please choose the appropriate pieces for the Canadian Stores! No H&M’ing it up please. Remember when H&M was amazing in New York and the UK and then when it finally came to Canada it became the less pretty younger sister?!

I pray to the All Saints gods that the same doesn’t happen.

Amen.