I love the Otherist.
I’ve loved this shop since it was named Egg Merchantile a few years ago. I asked the owners–Americans, although the shop is in the tourist heart of Amsterdam–why they changed the name. People thought it was a literal egg merchantile, ignoring the beautiful displays of jewelry and oddities. That funny story just makes it better, to me.
And speaking of jewelry, here’s what I picked up last time I was there.
I get more compliments on this necklace than anything else I wear. Often, I forget I have it on, and people will spontaneously start talking to me about how they love old typewriters, how they still have one, how they wish they had one, and then I remember–I’m wearing the Otherist necklace. Right.
The fennel soap they sell is nice. I keep mine in my linen closet and can’t bear to use it, even though I know I could buy another one. I want all the necklaces they have, including an anatomically correct heart, tiny frog, etc.
They have a very fun blog that introduces all their letterpressy, insecty, otherwordly novelties.
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