There’s a certain type of concept store, often found in Hackney, Stoke Newington or the Marais, that sells edible-looking soap, extortionate wobbly candles, interior design magazines you’ve never heard of, and minimal luxury fashion arranged by block colour. It’s the type of place where cool (rich) young people spend hours of their lives, sipping matcha and sampling the latest loamy fragrance. If this concept store were a fashion collection, it would be