It goes without saying that the boutique is a stunner, from the opulent chandelier that greets you (comprised of around 1,000 bottles of Bijan’s signature perfume—the tire-shaped flacon is so iconic, it’s part of the Smithsonian’s permanent collection) to the tables overflowing with framed photographs of famous clients (Hi, Jeff Bezos!) to the immense Botero painting (titled—what else?—
The Rich) hanging in the corner. Everywhere you turn is a little vignette festooned with alligator portfolios, suede slippers and flowers to match (the arrangements change daily). Upstairs, there’s a row of double-doors, the knobs of which are made from Bijan cologne bottles, natch, and behind each one is a color-coordinated wardrobe of men’s apparel and furnishings with, again, complementary floral arrangements.
