There’s no sign, no website, and no real name to speak of—just a two-storey Parc-Ex row house packed wall to wall with vintage gold. Inside, this unassuming home has been transformed into a labyrinth of lace, leather, glassware, jewellery, and decades’ worth of style, curated with an eye only a lifelong collector like Gill could have. Part costume department, part time capsule, it’s the kind of place where you’re just as likely to find a designer belt as a fur hat or a pair of Morpheus-style sunglasses for $10—cash only, and there’s an ATM across the street if you forget.

Regulars include everyone from theatre wardrobe teams to Hollywood production staff, but it’s just as welcoming to neighbourhood wanderers and curious locals. Don’t expect minimalism or easy browsing—this place is overflowing. It’s not just a shop, it’s a secret—one of the last real ones in the city.