I must’ve walked passed it over a dozen times in all my visits to Melbourne and have never had the chance to savour in its charm.
This building is not about first impressions; but its occupants are as cute as little terrier dogs in tutus.
This building also houses a bookshop and two boutique fashion shops, a kung-fu academy, another bar which holds regular gigs, some offices (an architectural company and a small agency) all packaged in the cliched run-down, grafitti-ed stairs which lead you up the building.
It kinda sums up what makes Melbourne what it is.
Plasmo and the Infinite Sadness 