If I’m writing about something I cannot eat or drink, you better freaking take note. So once upon a time it was Sunday and I found this store called BEAM in Brooklyn, and the owner poured me a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio (it was out for all guests) and I never wanted to leave. Ever.
Not only is every piece in this store straight up epic, but the environment was very welcoming. Something in the air perhaps. Just kidding (I think). Exhibit A: I was able to freely peruse for an hour, only purchasing a $20 calendar (it was reaaally cool), and life was Gucci. The day I get married, I will not be registering to Bed, Bath & Beyond or Williams Sonoma. Please just buy out BEAM for me and we’ll call it a day. (I would be cool with Barney’s too.) Cool? Cool. They even had a pillow that said “Merde,” which everyone knows is practically my middle name. Except not.
All that TOILETPAPER stuff. I dig. I need it all. SOS.
Wait—just look at those coral and cream silicone place mats. And everything else.
BEAM, 240 Kent Avenue Ste 18