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In today's column, Cintra Wilson bypasses the fantastical creations currently walking down the runway in favor of the fantastical creations currently in-store at Début in Nolita. The shop focuses on under-the-radar designers, acting kind of like an art gallery for new fashion talent. Wilson thoroughly approves, which means we don't get many zingers, but there is this weirdly revealing tidbit: "I instantly went mad, in a very personal way, for a small jewelry collection by Valérie MacCarthy (who, I later discovered via the Internet, is a gorgeous, flamboyant Paris-based opera singer). These creations hit me right in the bull’s-eye of a secret, fetishy lust I have never told anyone about: a weird thing I have for vintage wooden speedboats." [NYT]