Cocooned in a perfectly fitted duck egg blue hand-knitted woolen sweater, peg leg trousers buttoned over a cotton vest and knitted Navajo printed socks pressed against the curved layers of pony hide clogs, she is in excelsis. With their necks craned skywards they inhale the smoky fire, which permeates the glacial air mesmerized by the colorful Aurora Borealis tripping in the sky. High (M)art objectifies this dreamlike mirage, embodying the existential lives of a young couple dreaming their way around their impeccably styled world.
NH(M) is an artisan store, which carefully sources its goods from small, bespoke companies championing natural, sustainable and comfortable yarns over synthetic modernity. The wooden beamed ship-like interior gives an air of Norse frigidness.
When I do visit, I am always ready to purchase something from this utilitarian merchandised store, but usually the lack of disposable income sees me sniffing a fisherman style jumper, taking it on a walk with me, before hanging it back on the rail and instead fingering my quarters to buy a pack of Chandan Dhoop incense pellets.
The irresistible ephemera and trinkets lining the shelves make it impossible to not march with up to the scintillating woman smiling behind the counter wearing a linen apron and feet comforting Birkenstocks. Also, just indulging in the graceful and precise wrapping is money well spent.