The same restraint, awake.
Evening, not black tie. Where The Habit is still — studs, huggies, a chain under a collar — this room moves: everything here swings, drops or catches the light as you turn your head. Sixty dollars and up, nothing coloured, no named stones and no pictures of anything — the night version of the same wardrobe. The teardrops are not here: those are one register up, in The Exhibition. A third wall of long necklaces is defined and waiting on three more pieces. 21 pieces on the wall — median $75.