Ah Grey Street, once a shady strip home to a shoe store, the council building and not much else, now a thriving metropolis for the tiniest fisherman beanies and the baggiest pants. Here’s a little playlist designed to make you feel like your outfit is being judged by someone wearing Docs and jeans they bought for $199 on Instagram without having to leave your home.
Legend has it if you mention Kid Cudi at the counter, at least three of the staff members at Recycle Boutique will give you a discount.
I actually did hear this at a cafe on Grey St. the other day so my shitpost is grounded in fact.
Shout out to the colour palette at Duck Island.
Nothing like a bit of subtle musical product placement to get you in the mood for consumerism.
I only showed up to tell you that everyone on this street is a vampire.
Straight up *vibey* my guy uh-huh, suh.
Let’s be real I could’ve put any Tame song in here. They may as well play it through an airhorn down the whole street.
I’d love to go to Paris again too, but we’re here, so may as well buy a deconstructed salad for $50.
Look maybe I’m just salty because they’re way more stylish than I’ll ever be.
A WILDCARD! You walk into the Sally’s to find something for $2 that you can resell on your tax-free vintage ‘small business’ for a 600% profit with no moral conscious and this song is playing xx
If Clairo were a Hamiltonian she would definitely scoop your ice cream and take her jars to Bin Inn to bulk buy lentils (you should really get on that, they’ll give you a 5% discount if you bring your own reusables).
