What are you looking at?

The Kloosterstraat in Antwerp forms the backbone of the antiques and bric-a-brac trade. There were many possible blips, including a cluster of salmon pink fibreglass torsos, a vintage suitcase full of mannequin hands, and a wooden shopfront that seemed to have been transplanted from an old wooden ship. I was drawn into this particular shop by a flock of taxidermied ducks peering curiously out of the window.

When inside...

SURPRISE!

"We're zebras, bitch"

(Cost - ?3900 each. I'll stick with a cracked mirror above my mantelpiece for now)