Dad. You’ve been thinking about him lately. He needs stuff. Interesting stuff.
Gold golf balls. Giant LED TV screens. The occasional throw blanket made of coyote fur.
And maybe you need these things, too...
Helping you out with those and other globe-trotting necessities: Koto Miami, a shop stocked with vintage bikes, black Rolexes and other instruments of pleasure, now open on Lincoln Road.
The place feels like the supply closet of a mountain-climbing billionaire—bamboo shelves arrayed with skinny Japanese Zippo lighters, preppy weekender bags, cashmere scarves and undergarments from Swiss brand Hanro (making silky cotton briefs for over a hundred years). Oh, and in the boudoir in the back: blindfolds, lingerie and other erotic paraphernalia from Kiki de Montparnasse, vendor of high-end seduction tools. (Maybe don’t tell Dad about those.)
A word to the wise—the owners change up the inventory weekly, scouring souks in far-off lands and estate sales in obscure countrysides to bring you this exotic bounty. So if you like something here, it may not be there the next time you stop in.
Note that Dad is running out of platinum golf balls.
Gold golf balls. Giant LED TV screens. The occasional throw blanket made of coyote fur.
And maybe you need these things, too...
Helping you out with those and other globe-trotting necessities: Koto Miami, a shop stocked with vintage bikes, black Rolexes and other instruments of pleasure, now open on Lincoln Road.
The place feels like the supply closet of a mountain-climbing billionaire—bamboo shelves arrayed with skinny Japanese Zippo lighters, preppy weekender bags, cashmere scarves and undergarments from Swiss brand Hanro (making silky cotton briefs for over a hundred years). Oh, and in the boudoir in the back: blindfolds, lingerie and other erotic paraphernalia from Kiki de Montparnasse, vendor of high-end seduction tools. (Maybe don’t tell Dad about those.)
A word to the wise—the owners change up the inventory weekly, scouring souks in far-off lands and estate sales in obscure countrysides to bring you this exotic bounty. So if you like something here, it may not be there the next time you stop in.
Note that Dad is running out of platinum golf balls.
