Maison Martin Margiela

The first challenge is to find this store. Tucked away from the Bond street, the ugliest brown building without a logo or absolutely anything obvious pointing out that this is THE store of the genius Belgian designer. You will be forgiven to just walk by. If you take a careful look you can notice a tiny tiny writing on piece of paper, taped on top of the doorbell: Maison Martin Margiela.
But what can you expect from a designer that has never given an interview or take his picture? He didn’t even come to the opening. The brand does not advertise and for a long time this store was just a well kept secret.
Once you enter the shop the first thing you will see is lobby with a counter. No clothes, so unlike a shop. The completely white washed interior with the sales assistant with a lab coat could fool you if you would not know better. So keep walking.
Not only from the back room you find the fashion heaven. The store continues upstairs, where you find divine glass mirror up to the ceiling at on one end, a pair of ornate reclaimed French wooden doors open to reveal a spacious changing room, complete with movie-​star lighting.
I can’t praise this designer enough and my humble opinion just is that he is one of the most talented people existing. Miles away from the polished designer shops spread around the Bond street, original, fascinating and full of surprises!