Today I was beelining toward a garden, through a neighborhood I never visit, when I was stopped cold by the kimono lovers’ equivalent of Aladdin’s Cave.
Before I knew it, I was inside, powerless to resist. Which is a good thing, because otherwise I never would have discovered that this emporium of jazz-age kimonos, obis, and accessories is owned by the woman who literally wrote the book on Japanese vintage kimono designs!
The owner happened to be there when my gawk-a-thon began, so I had the pleasure of chatting with one of the world’s most passionate kimono dealers. I think I’d better make the Lunco kimono shop a regular stop in every season!