the bazaar

last night i dreamt of jewels. draped in beautiful, silk garbs, i flowed through the narrow streets, surrounded by exotic people and expensive treasures. every corner i turned, there was amazing jewelry being thrown my way. they wanted me to have it all. it was a girls dream, literally. we're talking beautiful statement pieces made of silver and gold and pieces with intricate beading that will forever remind one of the glamorous time spent at the Persian market. being forced to indulge, i ornamented myself with as many bracelets and necklaces that my body could support, thinking the whole time of our modern/nostalgia customer....

but the dream ended. however, the fantasy didn't. upon opening the heavy door at 95 Allen this morning, i realized the bazaar had moved itself from the Middle East to Buffalo. we are blanketed in unique pieces that are reminiscent of an exotic vacation...maybe to Abu Dhabi? only one way to find out...