Shoreditch Junk

«This is a hot mess.»
A hot, sexy, shoreditchy, junky-​treasure-​filled, narrow, jammed up — MESS.
I mean this in the nicest of ways. Basically this is a storage space that is unloaded and reloaded for the flea markets. ANd we hit it on a day that it was «full.» As in, nothing out to pasture to be sold. This mean we walked into a long and narrow space toppling with chairs, art, glamour shots, furniture, nudity — basically, we stumbled into a hipster wonderland.
The music is so loud you won’t be able to talk to the person that is barely visible behind all the «junk.» This seems to be by design according to their web site. It’s a free-​spirited shop. No organization, no price tags… and no way to really find out what things are or how much they cost. I guess this is part of the fun.
We admired the action figure window display, flipped through a few of those ridiculous Glamour Shots, admired the cushioned headboard hanging from the far back wall that resembles a «moneyshot» woman — and were on our way.
Their website gives a great story. I wouldn’t hesitate to stop in again. I’m pretty sure if I wanted to buy something they’d list out a price — but maybe not. That’s the fun of…
a HOT MESS.