It's great when something answers more than one need in your life, like how beer quenches your thirst and lubricates you socially, and how lotion quenches your skin's thirst, and lubricates you anti-socially. For a store tackling two of your needs, get to Kiliwatch.
Named after an old French pop song and owned by a couple with a similar shop in Paris, Kili's a guy-friendly boutique hawking both cool street wear to cover your body, and trippy furniture under which to eventually find that cool street wear after three awesome weeks of blaming your roommate. Gearwise, there's King Baby's weathered black tees (one with a fat old-school cartoon infant wearing a crown and smoking a stogie), a French line called Hype Means Nothing (eg, B&W portraits of MJ, Tupac, and B.I.G. cupping their hands around their eyes as if to make sunglasses), plus straw fedoras by Retro7 and baseball hats by Alina Vallasante with a cockeyed smiley face and weathered brims, which is what Wilford Brimley's old college buddies wouldn't stop calling him at their 50th reunion. From there, it's on to some pretty unusual furniture like see-through acrylic chairs and desks from Acrila, and a series of seriously scary/badass stuff (made of gears, springs, rebar, etc, welded together to look like the monster from Alien), including a little coffee table where you rest stuff on a baby Alien's back, a dinner table held up by one big beast, a chair where you sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, as long as it's not a Predator.
Kili's also got some jewelry, like bracelets made of twined leather that runs through two gold bullets, and bands rocking stuff like Day of the Dead skulls, or silver clasps formed from a dragon biting its own tail, which if you could do, you totally wouldn't need that lotion.