Pussy Palace 1985 Video ✦ Official & Certified

Jules locked the door at 6 AM. He left a single VHS tape on the counter, unlabeled. No one knows what was on it. Palace Video is gone now. The building is a Pret a Manger. But every so often, a certain kind of Londoner—too young to have been there—will find a grainy, unmarked tape at a car boot sale. Or hear a rumor of a password from 1985 that still works somewhere.

By 4 AM, the room was half-asleep, half-crying, half in love with strangers. Lady Caroline held Terry’s hand. Mina recited Baudelaire over the end credits. Pussy Palace 1985 Video

To rent from Palace was to enter a . Your membership was a handshake. Your password: taste. Part Three: The Lifestyle By day, Palace was a video shop. By 9 PM, the shelves rolled back, the projector hummed to life, and the back room became a salon. Jules locked the door at 6 AM

Inside, the air tasted of cigarette smoke, warm VHS tape, and patchouli. The year was 1985, and while London’s West End glittered with yuppies and Duran Duran posters, Palace was something else: a . Palace Video is gone now

Inside: a bootleg of Possession (1981). Or a Japanese laser disc of Tetsuo: The Iron Man —three years before its official release. Or a grainy, beautiful copy of a Pasolini film that no one in Britain was supposed to own.

That was Palace in ’85: Part Five: The Fall Of course, it couldn’t last. By autumn, the tax man came sniffing. A rival shop called “Visions” opened down the street—clean, legal, boring. And the new Video Recordings Act 1984 meant Jules’s bootlegs were now felonies.

The Last Frame of Excess: Palace Video, 1985