unquiet adjective
[uhn-kwayh-it] restless; not inclined to be inactive; mentally or emotionally disturbed.
“Unquiet” is not merely the opposite of “quiet.” It’s not synonymous with such straightforward descriptors as “loud,” “brash,” and “bold.” Rather, the word speaks to the constantly roving mind, or eye, that refuses to settle. Ours is an aesthetic of exuberant self-expression, tempered by neurotic overthinking and thus, obsessively curated and refined. Around here, the rebellions tend to be exceedingly polite in nature.
UnQuiet is a creative collective in upstate New York, founded by reformed magazine editor Sarah Gray Miller. While our end-goal involves nothing less ambitious than changing the world—for the better, weirder, wittier, and more tolerant—we’re starting small and local, at the old firehouse on the Coxsackie waterfront. There, we’ve established the most eccentric den of antiquity on the left bank of the Hudson River. A veritable cabinet of curiosities, the shop’s vintage inventory includes formal Victorian pet portraits, creepy-chic papier mache masks, and hilariously awkward taxidermy (see: Squirrel Humping Log with Nut in Mouth, above) alongside our own line of sly new merch. We also offer staging, styling, and interior-design services, not to mention open minds and ears. Come hang with us at 47 South River Street every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from 10-6 (or by appointment or accident). We might even pour you a free glass of wine or beer… at least until we begin selling the stuff at Ravish Liquors, our soon-to-open bar around back.
