In a warren of narrow streets near Singapore’s Chinatown, a tiny row house’s pink facade signals that offbeat offerings lie within. Stevie General Store is packed with old books, antique watches, eyeglasses, jewelry, and overflowing racks of vintage day dresses and cocktail frocks harvested from closets in Japan and France. It is, in essence, a museum for the outré. Named for Stevie Nicks and the British poet Stevie Smith, the store also sells a line of quirky outfits for women, Philomel Clothing, designed by its owners. Each time I’ve visited Stevie, I’ve managed to leave with something completely unexpected—and unforgettable.