“We both had our egos massaged being drag queens dancing on tables when we were younger,” says Max Allen, the designer, in a corner of a Manor Park warehouse. It has been his home and studio for eight years — and you can tell.
Fabric scraps, safety-pin sculptures and fiery fuchsia and red silk-satin outfit fragments dangle from the ceiling and pile up in corners. En masse, the scene looks a lot like the DIY, sequin-and-feather-splashed, outrageously high camp extravagances that are known to leave the doors here.
