How much more Moss coverage can we muster? As it turns out, a lot.

The LA Times has the first interior shot, as seen above, with a smiling Murray Moss sitting at a certain charred fireplace that will, in a few hours, be available for purchase. Did you know Moss used to be an actor? And met partner Franklin Getchell when he was also an actor? Says Moss, coyly, of his Hollywood-esque roots: “Ultimately, we’re theater people. That’s the company game here, right?”

We also love Alice Rawsthorn‘s article when she inquires about Moss and Getchell’s notorious nitpickiness:

He and Getchell are planning to spend eight days a month in Los Angeles, but how will such shameless control freaks cope with being thousands of miles away from either store? “We’ve had video cameras installed,” Moss explained triumphantly. “There’ll be a live feed, so I can zoom in, pick up the phone to the other store, and say: “Move that to the left, and blah, blah, blah.”

We are, right now, holding in our hot little hands this six-paneled invitation–white and black, of course–heralding a fact we uncovered ourselves a few months ago but were told to keep quiet about: Murray Moss and Franklin Getchell are opening their second Moss store here in LA on Thursday. (Friday for non-invitation-holding peeps).

The disappointingly subdued opening will include such ho-hum entertainment as a hanging garden of eighteen Swarovski chandeliers by Georg Baldele, limited-edition pieces by the Campana Brothers and Tord Boontje, and a vintage Steinway baby grand which is to be played and burned by Maarten Baas. We know, yawn.

In the meantime, read up on Moss the man in this nice piece by Vanity Fair from a few months ago. Party report and photos to follow, but don’t worry: We promise not to touch anything.