After clumping in, giving the term 'bag lady' a new name, I growled some sort of setence at the poor guy behind the till, dumped my stuff and headed upstairs. I've never been so delighted to be greeted by so much tits and ass in my life and the delerious clumping around paid off what a view I had in front of me and that definetly isn't delerious talk. Mari Sarai still remains one of my firm favourites and it's too bad for those of you who missed out.
(all photos stolen from www.doorsshowcase.com)
