Canada's cultural emissaries have traditionally been innocuous, from the cuddly smarm of John Candy, to the false promise of Barenaked Ladies. Coming at you harder, Dussault.
Approved by style mavens Rob Zombie and Gene Simmons, Dussault's aesthetic barrage comes on two fronts: the store, and the clothes. The space is a set-designer-constructed throwback: the front's done up like a '70s diner, the back like a horror-movie motel, while the dressing room walls're lined with adult periodicals so vintage its "barely legals" watched Leave it to Beaver in prime time. Though many duds're eminently wearable (premium jeans w/ leather-patched pockets; gothic, skulled-up T-shirts), the ballsy, silk-and-fur-lined hoodies are the company's signature, highlighted by a Bloody-Meat-Cleaver-Wielding Panda graphic -- ostensibly the vanguard of a "Who's Endangered Now?" line of outerwear.
Step through the motel into the ski-lodge-themed VIP room and you'll find custom clothes and a full bar usually reserved for high rollers -- sorry, c*cktease Ladies who squandered their million dollars.