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Kiss today goodbye. Point me toward tomorrow.

Monday Feb 13 to Friday Feb 17. The final days of Moss in Soho.

Hey, everybody, come on down to Moss during this, our final week on Greene Street, where, no matter what you’re heard, we’re NOT having a sale. However, as a wee we’re-moving-uptown-to-the-garment-district gift, you can get a fabulous Moss T-shirt with any purchase over $118. (Yes, for Free!) The 18 is for the eighteen years we’ve been here in Soho. As you no doubt know, the phrases on the t-shirts are all rules to shop by as dictated by us. Choose from the spicy Please Do Not Touch, the paparazzi-hating Photography is Not Permitted, and the subtly anti-child message Small Children Must Be Held.

In case you’re just too important or too tired or recovering from recent hip surgery and just cannot make it down to the Last Days of the Design Mecca of the World, then you can always do it the old fashioned way and just buy a t-shirt, by clicking on any of these lovely pics. Supplies are limited. Just like the days we’ll be in Soho.

The countdown begins

Moss Greene Street location closes on Friday Feb 17. New location opens March 1. 256 West 36th Street, 10th Floor. Same phone, same email, same attitude.

Party of the Last Part

Join us for the last opening of the last exhibition at our space on Greene Street. Scout some gorgeous jewelry from Giuliana Michelotti, just in time for guilty Valentine’s Day shopping.

The next invite you get from us will be to an exhibition at our new space, the address of which will be announced tomorrow. Stay tuned, partygoers.

And don’t forget to rsvp.

First Mark Twain, Now Moss


Yes, yes, we’re closing the Greene Street gallery, it’s true. But Moss is MOVING not closing. We’re going to an office/showroom in midtown. We’ll announce exactly where shortly. We’re going to redo the website, so it’ll be more complete and easier to buy. All credits will be honored. Plus we’re opening a new consulting business, called Moss Bureau. What’s the opposite of dead?

In honor of the world’s worst ship’s captain ever


Just as it seems the story could not possibly get any worse or the behavior of ship-abandoning lifeboat-tripping mullet-wearing passenger-killing Francesco Schettino become any more irresponsible, we learned today that the theme song from the Titanic movie was playing as the Costa Condordia went down. In one of the dining rooms. In which the crew urged the passengers to stay, saying nothing was wrong. Right.

Corian makes a great kitchen counter, sure, but a ring? Really?


Yessiree. Fresh for 2012, Moss has a boxful of lovely little rings made in Corian and lined with felt of many colors. Red, orange, blue, purple, yellow, black, green and chartreuse, to be exact. If you’ve ever wanted your hand to just kind of disappear when you’re in a modern kitchen, (and, really, who hasn’t?)
this is your chance. They’re only $65 each so you could get one for each finger. Or for each day of the week. Or some for day, some for night. Or uptown/downtown, Manhattan/Brooklyn. How about one for each failed Republican presidential candidate. Bloss could go on and on. But Bloss won’t.

Hunka hunka hunka Burning Love


This is Frank Tjepkema’s Clockwork Burning Love necklace, made up of thinny thin thin layer after layer of different graphics, all etched from thin layers of steel and then gold plated. Look close and you’ll see symbolic references overlapping frozen mechanical arrangements representing the inner workings of clocks. Look even closer and you’ll see love burning a hole in your heart. And this is how heartburn came to be. At least that’s what Mother Bloss told us. Click here to get one for your own hunkada hunkada.

Mickey as crazy-dancing Terminator. Just back from North Korea. And terminatin’ you know who.


Yes, children, Cathy McClure’s done it again. Unleashed upon the world, just in time for Xmas, one might note, yet another of her strategically demented mechanical devil-toys. Meet stripped-down-and-out-for-blood Mickey. Click here to go to the movie. Be afraid. Be Mickey afraid.

Eliminate stress. Squeeze an eggplant.

Just in time for holiday stress. Get a salad’s worth of squeezy resin vegetables. Eggplant, tomato and green pepper. Fresh from Japan. You know what your mother always said. No dessert until you squeeze your vegetables. Well, that’s what Mother Bloss always said, anyway.

Click the eggplant for the full set.