Can’t refute that in relation to the self.
I’ve now made it a personal mission to visit vintage stores in every city I visit. Uncover, discover, share.
Next stop, Hong Kong. I’ll be tearing your streets apart in search of my desire.
“What I really love about them… is the fact that they contain someone’s personal history…I find myself wondering about their lives. I can never look at a garment… without thinking about the woman who owned it. How old was she? Did she work? Was she married? Was she happy?… I look at these exquisite shoes, and I imagine the woman who owned them rising out of them or kissing someone…I look at a little hat like this, I lift up the veil, and I try to imagine the face beneath it… When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you’re not just buying the fabric and thread – you’re buying a piece of someone’s past.”