One of a kind on Portobello Road is now my new favourite little shop (not that I am going to but anything from there in the near future as I am a poor student) But still, I could spend all day in there just sifting through the millions and million of beautiful, vintage garments that ooze from it's every pore. It's lush.
I love how it's so dark and feels a little bit seedy, and like you shouldn't really be in there. It's so cluttered, it feels almost like your in a really old, flamboyant actresses dressing room who has just hoarded every single piece of clothing she has ever worn, holding onto it for the memories of stardom.
I love how if your quite tall, like me, you get hit in the face every couple of seconds by some adorned sparkly handbag or a scarf. It makes you feel like your interacting with the shop, rather than just walking around having a look, you have to actually move thing and touch them, great.
They have so much stuff hanging from the ceiling, it's so fun to just look up for a minute and take it all in. I nearly fell over doing this. I had the shop assistant asking me if I was OK? I think she must have though a was a bit weird standing with my head tilted back as far as it would go, with my mouth slightly open in awe. She didn't seem to mind. The staff in there are really welcoming. I was expecting them to be a bit stuck up, as they have so manycelebrities going in there all the time.
I asked a girl about her experience in there and she said that as she was about to enter, the owner came out and ushered her and her pal into a van(a bit creepy, i thought) and told them to wait there as some paperazzi were around trying to get a sniff at Kate Moss who had just been in... It all sounded a bit dubious to me. I was certainly not going to let some guy put me in a van!
Luckily no one did and i had a really good time browsing and getting inspired by the fabulous array of vintage wonders.