My Dead Grandpa

Nine hundred square metres of vintage chaos in a repurposed Adelaide CBD car park — the Troup siblings kept the graffiti walls and the raw concrete when they turned a building with a collapsed roof and smashed windows into a marketplace for over fifty independent vintage sellers. Everything on the floor is at least fifteen years old. Band tees, vinyl records, retro cameras, rare sneakers, AFL memorabilia, furniture, and whatever else fifty vendors decide to bring in that week. Vinyl pumps through stacks of old TVs. The name came from a jeans distresser and they hated it so much they loved it.