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Mandate of Heaven
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J at Kosciuszko St.; J, M, Z at Myrtle Ave.
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When you find yourself in the middle of a Tiffany-blue living room that has bustiers, gingham crop tops, and tutus hanging off every spare piece of furniture, you may need a second to adjust. (This is after you’ve stood at the gate of an unmarked brownstone deep in Brooklyn waiting to be buzzed up, inevitably wondering if you are at the right place.) Cats meander around; this isn’t a “store” in its usual meaning. But upon meeting the designer Carissa Ackerman—pin-size and doe-eyed—the clothes suddenly make much more sense (it explains, for example, how some of the rompers look like they were fitted on a 12-year-old). Her style manages to be both adorable and experimental. Rickrack along a denim skirt hemline is girlish, as are the seashell ribbon chokers one might expect to pull out of a dress-up bin. Many of her pieces are one-of-a-kind goods made from fabric found in thrift stores, estate sales, or on eBay; the rest are made from organic materials ordered in bulk. She says her wearers are often stopped on the street, and her client base has slowly accumulated via word of mouth. Indeed, items like a cap-sleeved onesie made from a vintage phys ed uniform are hard to miss.