These days in the arcades of Brixton market you can eat pizza topped with buffalo mozzarella, order a flat white coffee or drink organic wine… but trek a little further and you’ll discover a wilder side.
Despite appearances, this scene has nothing to do with bondage -- at least I don’t think so. The stall-holder is simply using what’s around him to show off his wares. He stands beneath the display selling, when I was there, a cotton flower-print nightdress.
