Stella Dottir could easily be mistaken for a Gothic fashion store or psychic business. A musty, musky smell greets you as you enter its dimly lit, boudoir-meets-Barbadian-beach-hut interior. Its Icelandic owner and in-house designer, after whom the boutique is named, is all downtown voodoo cool, with her metal cuff-bound dreadlocks and life story that spans continents, delivered in hushed tones. Save for some Victorian-esque robes that look dangerously like Halloween costumes, however, there... More »
