Devon Works

Lover, did you win the lottery, publish a bestselling, tell-​all novel trashing your former boss at an elite magazine, sign a six year deal with the Lakers, or rob a Swiss bank?
Not this year, but maybe next?
Well, even if you didn’t, you can still look like a million dollars while spending slightly less than that, beautiful — at Beverly Hills’ newest devotee to gloriously delicious American excess, Devon Works.
Devon Works?
(Mike Joooooones!)
If you’ve never heard of Devon Works, you’re not alone, though soon the name won’t be esoteric merely to those obsessed with fashion and fast cars, long legs and great hair. Founded by Scott Devon — a conceptional artist well-​known in the customized supercar and exoticasex-​bike circuit — the eponymous store focuses on cutting edge, youth-​oriented denim, leather, couture and jewelry.
Even furniture, of all things — yes, take that, Fendi Home!
All on an orgasmically, unapologetically grand scale that somehow manages to avoid the tackier, meretricious shades that sometimes cloud the aura of competitors like Dolce & Gabbana or even Roberto Cavalli.
Devon embodies haute-couture’s perspective of edgy, which to some may defeat the purpose of the avante-​guarde, but then again, you know you want it.
You don’t?
Stop in, and be treated like royalty. Everything is «house brand» and exclusive. You WILL want it.
Trust, love.
What’s the style like? Think of a more upscale Diesel, or of the grittiness exuded by All Saints, except on an urban rather than countrified scale, or think of Dolce & Gabbana’s older brother or sister who finally learned how to dress without clashing primary colors.
Pricetag — how much?
– More than D&G, Diesel, All Saints, Rock & Republic, or Seven For All Mankind, but you probably already knew that. More even than Marc Jacobs or Fred Segal.
– but less in places than than Gucci or Alexander McQueen for couture.
Let’s be real, sweetness — it’s expensive here and not exactly Forever 21.
Someday this place will sell customized Devon motorcycles for the elegant biker gangster.
I KNOW, right?
You’re looking hot as Hell, Angel.
Park along Canon or get your ass towed.
Or maybe you like that,
– you dirty, hot masochist ;-).