And that’s great.
But inevitably, it makes you think of Cannes.
And when you think of Cannes, you think of... loafers.
Well, you do now.
Introducing Maison Kitsuné, an airy house of classic French rakishness tucked in the corner of the NoMad Hotel, now open.
Close your eyes and picture Sinatra on holiday on the Riviera. He’s probably wearing something like the stuff you’ll find here. In other words, stuff you can work with.
As you walk in, you’ll be confronted by a cream-piped tartan blazer that’d probably work best when you’re collecting your beachside baccarat winnings. Beyond that, the place is pretty much a giant, light-filled version of a walk-in closet. Just a couple racks of anchor-pattern button-downs, laid-back chinos and striped cotton polos, all hung according to color.
The two-toned loafers beneath: they’re exclusive and ready to cement your position as the Hamptons’ leisure champion.
After you’re squared away on the attire front, the rest of your vacation preparedness kit will come together with some of the handsome Montreal-made canvas totes and leather briefcases perched behind the register.
And those mix CDs you passed on the way in: they’re from Kitsuné’s record label and feature tunes chosen by the guy behind Le Baron.
You knew it would all end with a record label.