Eric Doeringer's display catches my eye first, perhaps because it is decorated with garlands of multicoloured triangular flags and hand-written posters touting bargain prices or perhaps because I instantly recognise the work on the walls: there are Hirst's dead butterflies, Yoshitomo Nara's creepy little girls, assume vivid astro focus's psychedelic pastiche, Marilyn Minter's filthy left foot.