Kokon To Zai

I can’t afford any of the clothes or actually anything here for that matter but I always end up buying something to fill a silence with the beautiful boy (but doesn’t he know it – oh bore!) that works here. When we run out of things to say and I can’t think of another compliment to pay him I buy another pair of earrings. They have a to-die-for range of jewelery most of which features skulls in some capacity, plus all kinds of amazing Marjan Pejoski* designer clothes in bright colours and prints (although you’re at a high risk of looking like an extra from Party Monster, you won’t be able to afford anything anyway though), in essence its a mini Dover Street Market. I’m being entertained by a pretty he/she trying to decide whether to get these boots (see below) or the Vivienne Westwood pirate boots which I tell him no one wears anymore, I don’t know which he went for in the end..