Stepping into this graffiti-smeared building on St-Laurent is like entering a theater’s backstage, with a riot of vintage coats, bowling shirts, cowboy boots, leather jackets, wigs, suede handbags, summer dresses, wildly patterned sweaters and denim of all shapes and sizes. There's lots of junk, but prices are low, and you can probably unearth a few treasures if you have the time.
The rooms overflow with books and broken typewriters, and bras dangle from the ceiling. There's also a cafe with baked goods, samosas and salads.
