FILE 01
The shop is the front door.
A small Central West End vintage shop with a counter, a phone, a case in the back, and objects that keep coming back.
Noire / McPherson side street
Walk-in afternoons. By appointment before noon.
The phone
Sasha calls in from wherever the auction took her.
Personal Collection
Not for sale until she decides otherwise.
Field notes
The public map is incomplete on purpose.
FILE 02
The house is where the inventory haunts her.
Books, plants, old wood, morning coffee, pieces she meant to price but kept. Cozy, adult, lived-in — not staged luxury.
FILE 03
Room 904 is the private chapter.
Hotel-room content is sourcing-trip canon: auction catalog open, keycard on the table, city glass after midnight. The room has continuity now.
Recurring spaces
A map you can learn.
Storefront, counter, case, desk, house, and Room 904. Enough to know where you are. Not enough to know everything.
Walk-in hours
Noire after one
Pressed tin ceiling, persian rug, dark wood, display cases. Step inside after one. Lower your voice.
The open ledger
Luna's desk
The warmer human-facing layer: notes, receipts, product stories, customer questions, and the person who picks up when Sasha calls.
Five minutes away
The CWE house
A real-feeling home base — not a creator backdrop. The house keeps the pieces the shop could not let go of.
Auction at ten
Room 904
The private side: controlled, cinematic, chaptered. Not random glamour. Evidence from the night before the auction.
CWE / five minutes from the shop
The house
The things that would not sell came home.
The shop sources the objects. The house keeps the ghosts. Room 904 explains where the next box came from.