Before we got busy digging through Jen Atkin and Mike Rosenthal's closets, we spent the week running around L.A. with them. From Soho House with the WhoWhatWear duo and Katie Goodwin to the Polo Lounge with our girl Anita Ko, we wined and dined with the West Coast couple before getting way deep in their way cool home. Atkin welcomed us with a bottle of rosé and a burger in hand, breaking her Pressed Juicery kick in honour of The Coveteur's Cali invasion. Even Gisele Bündchen's hair stylist, David von Cannon stopped by to join in on the fun. Atkin showered us with candy and then hooked us onto Pressed, which we slightly hate her for; weaning ourselves off the stuff has been difficult with daily cravings. Atkin—the resident hair stylist to the stars—has a long list of celebrity clients that includes: Jessica Alba, Sofia Vergara, Christina Hendricks, Nicole Richie, Cindy Crawford...the list goes on. When she's not styling her clients, Atkin can be found at Lorraine Schwartz's Shabbat dinners or racing go-karts in high heels with Kim Kardashian and Kanye West in Paris. (Yes, that really happened.) Her equally stylish and talented boyfriend, photographer Mike Rosenthal, had the day off from shooting the likes of Charlize Theron and Marion Cotillard, and spent the afternoon showing us his crazy McQueen kicks and prized collection of movie posters. We've got to hand it to a guy who's willing to convert his man-cave into a custom-designed, walk-in closet for his fashion-obsessed girlfriend. Take note, boys. Judging from their recent joined 90s-themed birthday bash, we felt it was safe to suggest a Coveteur first: styling the couple in matching robes for their portrait. They joyfully agreed and got right into character. With every Alaïa and Louboutin we picked up, Atkin pulled a 'Jake Davis' insisting we take it. “You want it? It’s yours!” she exclaimed. We were like little kids in a candy store. In fact, we almost missed our flight home. We jetted from Atkinthal’s to the airport with just minutes to spare, sneaking her Célines into our suitcase on the way out. Just kidding.