When Peter Lai opens the door to his Arts District loft, he’s wearing high-waisted teal slacks, a seafoam mesh top printed with a dragon, a bright blue cap and cornflower acetate glasses. “The tour is one hour,” he explains, but @ajagabel is already lost in the explosion of color and texture, not only in Lai’s outfit but in the eclectic expanse behind him. She spots a rack of handmade cummerbunds sewn out of ornate obi fabric, which is above a cabinet of nearly 100 Italian-made eyeglasses in various geometries, which is next to several laser-cut metal faceplates tied around mannequin heads. A furry cat mask stares out from under an antique kimono.⁠ ⁠ This is Peter Lai’s Asian Village — part studio, part archive, part museum, and also his home. But the best way to experience the dazzling maze of the loft is to let Peter Lai show you himself. Link in bio.⁠ ⁠ ✍️: @ajagabel⁠ 📸: @sami_helou