About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Lumierrè Aesthetics with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, the scent of exotic oils and soft lighting seemed unusually intense for that hour. The driver cautiously opened the box, revealing nothing but a small bottle labeled ‘Eternal Radiance.’ He squinted at the time—5 AM—and decided it was too early for mysteries. Just as he turned around, his neighbor poked her head out, asking if there were any leftover pastries from the delivery. The driver smiled, shook his head, and whispered, ‘Nope, just eternal radiance.’
2. At midnight, when Lumierrè Aesthetics’ neon sign flickered on, a distant humming began to echo through the streets of Brooklyn. Passersby stopped in their tracks, puzzled by the sound that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. Curious neighbors gathered around, trying to trace the source of the eerie noise. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the closed door, muttering something about ‘just testing out my new speaker system.’ The humming stopped as quickly as it started, leaving everyone with a smile and a shake of the head. ‘Just another night in Brooklyn,’ whispered a delivery driver, shrugging his shoulders.
3. At closing time, an employee locked up Lumierrè Aesthetics and left for home. The next morning, her car was covered in tiny packets of glitter—none were missing from inside. Curious, she checked her purse—nothing was taken. Then a neighbor passing by mentioned seeing a delivery driver leaving glitter everywhere earlier that day. Turned out, it was just someone having fun with their new job at Lumierrè Aesthetics.
4. In the dim light of dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Lumierrè Aesthetics' parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something glinted in the corner of his eye—a small, ornate mirror wrapped in tissue paper. He picked it up curiously—it was engraved with intricate designs and an old-fashioned script that read ‘For those who seek enlightenment.’ Back at his truck, he noticed another one hidden beneath some packaging tape. Smiling, he thought maybe someone had left them accidentally. Turning around, he saw a familiar face waving from behind the window: ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ said his neighbor, holding a steaming cup of coffee.