Monday 10 August 2026 — London
Culture

The last record shop on the corner is now a menswear label

How a Peckham basement turned a mailing list of 400 into a sold-out first drop — and why the record shop had to close for it to happen.

The last record shop on the corner is now a menswear label
The basement in Peckham. The racks are still here; the records are not. Photograph: Joon Park

The shop sold records for nineteen years and closed in March. The same basement now holds a cutting table, two rails and a stack of boxes waiting for a courier, and the label that operates out of it sold its entire first production run in eleven days to a mailing list built almost entirely from people who used to come in for vinyl.

The mailing list was the asset

This is the part that gets misread. The label did not succeed because clothing is more profitable than records — the margins are similar and the risk is worse. It succeeded because nineteen years of a record shop had produced roughly 400 people who trusted a specific person's taste, and that trust turned out to be portable across product categories.

Empty record racks repurposed as garment rails in a basement
The racks stayed. Nineteen years of trust turned out to be the transferable asset.

The clothes themselves are unremarkable in the best sense: four styles, two colourways each, heavy cotton, made in Portugal in runs of 120. There is no branding beyond a woven label. Everything about the presentation assumes the buyer already knows who is behind it, which is only viable because, in this case, they do.

“I did not build an audience for clothes. I built one for records and then I asked it a favour.”

The label's founder

Why the shop still had to close

The rent did not care about any of this. A ground-floor retail unit in that part of London costs several times what a basement does, and the record business could not carry it after the second rent review. The label exists in the basement precisely because the shop could not exist upstairs, which is not a triumphant story however it is told.

There is a pattern here that repeats across the city. Three of the independent labels we have covered this year started in a space that used to be something more public — a shop, a café, a rehearsal room. Each conversion looks like entrepreneurial energy from outside and like a retreat from inside, and both readings are correct.

A cutting table and rails in a converted basement space
Four styles, two colourways, runs of 120, made in Portugal.

The second drop is the real test

Everything about the first release was, in a sense, borrowed. The audience, the trust, the tolerance for a small run selling out in a size somebody wanted — all of it came from nineteen years of a different business. The second drop is the first one that has to stand on the clothes, sold to people some of whom have now worn the first lot for a season and formed a view.

The founder is clear-eyed about this and has changed the approach accordingly: the same four styles rather than new ones, in better cloth, with the fit adjusted on the two things people complained about. That is an unglamorous decision and almost certainly the right one. The labels that survive this transition tend to be the ones that treat the first release as a prototype rather than a launch.

There is a detail that stayed with us. The mailing list still goes out under the old shop's name, and about a fifth of every send is still records — recommendations, a few links, nothing for sale. The founder describes this as the thing that stops the list becoming an advertising channel, and on the evidence of an eleven-day sell-out it is also, incidentally, extremely effective marketing.

The second drop is in production and will be twice the size. Whether the mailing list stretches that far is the actual test, and everybody involved knows it. Trust built over nineteen years can be spent much faster than it was accumulated.