Dimitri Brooks

You walk into the shop, feeling a flirty of different emotions. Post-apocalyptic rock plays through a speaker, the walls are filled with blow-up photos of different works by the artists, and a black cat walks over to you, weaving through your legs and brushing against you. A person behind the counter with more piecings in their face than you can count smiles, looking more friendly than you expected. Welcome, do you have an appointment?