"There's a luxury mall in Georgetown?" Paul Constant just said to me.

Indeed there is. It's called Seattle Design Center. I visited it for the first time last week—with its magic carpets made of unicorn hair, its lonely chandeliers just sparkling away, its undrunk cappuccinos.

This is the place where interior designers shopped for their wealthy clients before the economy tanked, and now that several of the former showrooms have been vacated, there's all this new space—for art.

And I mean a LOT of space. Say five Pioneer-Square-galleries' worth, with dozens of artists showing. I'm putting pictures on the jump, and there's more info in my column.*

^{*Winning comment of the week, posted by alpha unicorn: “Every town has the same two malls: the one white people go to and the one white people used to go to.”- Chris Rock}