sun bleached

wearing LL Bean striped shirt, Acne jacket, UO jeans, vintage bag and shoes

Stuff white people like: going to flea markets just to take photos. Especially when you go with fellow bloggers (Bobby of Lens Caption and Devon of effortlesslii to be exact.) These were all taken on Treasure Island last weekend, which lies right smack dab in the middle of Oakland and San Francisco. I'd never actually been there before, but the monthly Treasure Island Flea market ended up being a must see--if only because it's a much smaller, more reasonably priced cousin of the Alameda Flea Market. And because of the view. We took took photos of the stunning city vista afforded us by an unusually clear day, and Wardell risked life and limb jumping repeatedly in the air so that we could get good shots of him. He's such a trouper.

Clothing note: finally snagged a pair of woven leather flats on Etsy. I heart them long time.

starstruck

wearing Acne Jacket, Madewell denim shirt, Leif leather leggings, vintage bracelet and necklace, Steve madden shoes

Spent a few (coldish) days in L.A. visiting a best friend this weekend. Checked out the Melrose Trading Post flea market (grabbed two amazing tops which I'll share later), ate at Mario Batalli's Pizza joint Mozza, strolled through Will Rogers Park, and finished off with dinner at Chateau Marmont seated within spitting distance of a distracted, chain-smoking Lindsay Lohan. Also saw Dita Von Teese hurrying out in an amazing femme tux. I know it's uncool to admit it, but I LOVE seeing celebrities. Going to L.A. without seeing at least three D-listers is like going to Africa without seeing any Zebras. Shit is just wrong.

cool hunting

Tie-neck blouse, Suede shorts, and Norwegian sweater via Black & Brown vintage

I've been pretty lucky at thrift stores/vintage boutiques/flea markets over the past few weeks. So much so, that I'm kind of on financial lockdown until I can at least unload some of my old stuff. Besides, shit's getting a little crazy in my closet and I'm out of hangers.

alamo square

wearing vintage skirt, thrifted jacket, Gap t-shirt, necklace from consignment store, thrifted bag, Swedish Hasbeens for H&M

Enduring blustery winds in Alamo Square for the annual Alamo Square Flea Market. Missed out on an overpriced pair of woven leather loafers when someone swept them up before me but came home with a sweet 70's tie-neck dress and Alpaca sweater along with a couple of super old framed photographs to add to my bathroom collection. I think I could shop at flea markets for the rest of my life and never miss the mall again.

i like stuff

Finally popped my Alameda Flea Market cherry on Sunday AND IT WAS AWESOME. I seriously can't describe how much I loved it. Pretty much ran around with dilated pupils and sweaty palms the whole time. I was so excited that I forgot to buy something. Oops.

The best way I can describe it is like Ebay in real life. Everything you can think of exists here in multitudes of at least 300: telephones, vintage zippo lighters, baby doll legs, belt buckles, vintage signs, cowboy boots, etc, etc. A collector's paradise. A hoarder's wet dream...

And an opthalmologist's playground! One booth had hundreds of pairs of vintage eyeglasses. I totally should have bought this Buddy Holly pair that made me look like a nerdy high school kid's yearbook picture from 1967:





Oh well there's always next month.

let's pretend to live here

wearing old-as-hell INC shirt, thrifted jean jacket, Gap pants, J. Crew belt, vintage bag, Stella & Dot necklace, hand-me-down Belle by Sigerson Morrison flats (thanks Annie!)

Switching up our usual Saturday morning breakfast spot ended up paying off (even though the new breakfast spot had sub-par biscuits). Wardell and I went on an urban safari through gorgeous neighborhoods and, serendipitously, came across a fantastic bespoke dressmaker's shop and a consignment store where I got an Elie Tahari metallic woven skirt for $30. I managed to pass on the YSL Mombasa handbag they had as well, even though I've wanted one since around 2001. My frugality knows no bounds.

Heading to the Alameda Flea market tomorrow for the FIRST TIME. Wish me loads o' luck.