Step inside and it’s wall‑to‑wall Lycra, neon and body‑con cuts, with staff who actually know how to size you into something flattering rather than just tight. Prints are loud, fits are unapologetic, and there’s always at least one mannequin making eye contact it probably shouldn’t.

In Mardi Gras season the shop window becomes its own runway, turning Taylor Square into a slow‑motion street casting as everyone stops to stare (and take notes). Whether you’re hunting a barely‑there speedo for North Bondi, a harness‑adjacent moment for the club, or just fresh briefs that say “yes, I live here now”, this is where you come to dress the fantasy.