I love a good vintage clothing shop but nothing has ever had such a dizzying effect on my senses as My Delirium. A psychedelic rabbit hole of sorts, it manages to wow visitors with decor thatâ€™s just as interesting as the clothing lining its racks.
With a blazing yellow exterior and a handful of mannequins beckoning from the window who are so overdressed that they give Liberace a run for his money, this store isnâ€™t a place you can casually pass by without a reaction.
Inside, raspberry shag carpet competes with paisley wallpaper.
Kitschy, big-eyed animal kick-knacks stare out from every flat surface.
Kat tried on a handful of sequined pieces but her real moment to shine was when she poked her head out from the dressing room curtainâ€¦.er, carpet.
After flipping through the racks of clothing, Iâ€™ll admit that I was feeling completely overwhelmed. So much color. So many embellishments. So much leather, lace, sequins and fur! I took a little break, leaning against an ornate dressing table.
Then, Gala casually walked up the stairs decked out in the most ridiculous / fabulous jacket, resembling the offspring of Big Bird. I wanted in on the action. After a few glam twirls, I slipped it off her shoulders and onto my own.
My new daytime look? I wish.
Most of the time these days, I do the majority of my shopping online. Itâ€™s just easier. But when I come across a store as magnificently unique as My Delirium, Iâ€™m reminded of the sensory experience that a thoughtfully curated retail space can offer. Itâ€™s an art form in itself and the passion that went into this vintage mecca is absolutely inspiring.
If you’re planning to visit, note that the store hours can be slightly irregular — you may want to call ahead to make sure it is open first.
Featured: My Delirium, Melbourne.
Photos: Corey Sleap (he is the sweetest guy around â€” hire him to shoot your wedding!)
Co-conspirators: Kat Williams and Gala Darling.