Nothing makes my vintage-loving heart beat faster than discovering a flea market jackpot....those rare occurrences when I chance upon a veritable mother lode of dusty, aged goodies...the slot machine in my mind becomes a symphony of sounds like a roar of stadium cheers, lights flashing and the shiniest of red cherries lined up neatly three in a row. This jackpot hit in the most unlikeliest of places: a busy intersection in Tokyo...there in the shadow of glittery billboards and stylish shops I spied rolling racks of vintage kimonos and cardboard boxes filled with neatly tied bundles of vintage obis. I thought the oppressive humidity was playing a trick on my over-heated mind...in fact, in my rush to get past all the shoppers congregated on the corner, I passed right by this jackpot of textile wonders but something about the tarnished glimmer of a golden thread, there in the far corner of my eye, made me stop in my tracks (much to the dismay of the shoppers marching behind me). Further proof that one should always keep both eyes open lest a jackpot be missed right under(tired)foot.
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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