Boutique Critique : Cry Wolf
Pairs of experts often complement each other’s talents: without his even-keeled son, Paul Teutul Sr. would never complete a chopper, and without Pinky, The Brain would never not take over the world. For gear curated by experts in complimentary aesthetics, hit up Cry Wolf. A tiny, chandeliered EV boutique purveying a rarified array of gear/kicks/accessories, CW’s the first shop from a former model and his architect wife — she designs beautiful things, and he is professionally handsome. The natty includes perforated leather bombers from NY’s Public School, knee-length shorts and hoodies from Belgium’s Junk de Luxe, and jeans from Sweden’s Denim Demons — carried nowhere else in the US, they’re the perfect cover-up for your terrifying pair of UnderBoos.
CW’ll also outfit you in select U.S.-based kicks, from Creative Recreation’s leather loafers, to Gram’s multi-hued hi-tops, to black wingtips from Morphine Generation (Lazy Boomers). CW also carries rare vintage wayfarers from Cutler and Gross, and mirrored aviators from Italian lensmaker Carrera that’re co-branded with Porsche — complimentary experts who will allow you to say you own a Porsche Carrera, even as your MetroCard quietly expires.
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