Nestled in between a hummus joint and a suspiciously covert spa sits Dave's: a broad-shouldered storefront with neon window displays and the sort of signage you'd expect at a vaguely intimidating tyre ...

Like David Lynch, I’m always searching for the perfect pair of pants. (“It’s a fit; it’s a certain kind of feeling,” Lynch says. “And if they’re not right, which they never are, it’s a sadness.”) I’ve ...