I was so excited when I saw the name of this store.
I consider my personal style to be hobo chic, and it is very hard to source adequately dirty and torn clothing and beaten up shoes from even from the best of the salvation army op shops.
However, upon entering inside I must say I was a little bit disappointed. There wasn't even one bedraggled vagrant in sight. It was not as I expected, there was not a line trolleys, laden with bottle and cans, parked out the front, and on the whole, the place did not have the putrid aroma of rotting eggs.
Instead, I was met with a well dressed man vending slacks and collared shirts, and, i might add, in pristine condition. read more