Afflecks Palace is a four-story retail maze of independent and eclectic shops, boutiques and stalls, selling: cakes and candy, jewellery, holistic items, make up, vinyl, posters and prints, comic book and anime memorabilia, hats, fancy dress, fetish, retro, ethnic and vintage clothing, etc. There’s also a hairdressers, a tattoo and piercing parlour, a basement bar and a spiritualist boutique.
After a nose around, I sat on a bench on the second floor holding up a sign: “name a person in a place in Manchester for me to visit” and people-watched as young punks, skaters, emos and goths wandered by me from floor to floor.
Jasmin was the first person who approached me in response to the sign I was holding. She works at Black Milk Cereal Dive and studied art and is a dancer. After I explained about what I was doing she gave the assemblage a Black Milk sticker and then sent me to see her boyfriend Will at Teacup Kitchen. She said he could be identified by his long, blonde hair.