ode to flea markets

this was originally part of my last post, but then i realized it deserved to stand on its own. i think my deep affection for junk shops, flea markets and second hand things in general is what eventually lead to my love of fashion. i've always been interested in clothes, and i most definitely have always loved shoes, but it wasn't until probably about a year go that i realized i was falling for fashion.

I grew up down the street from one of the largest, most famous antique fairs in the country. antique world, as it is called, goes on every sunday in the summer, weather depending. by late high school, i was going there every weekend. i became a junk shop junkie. Some of my best jewelry i bought there for only $1. i began to realize there was a certain look i was always drawn to, and i became more and more discerning about what i wanted to even a solitary dollar bill on.

one day, it just clicked. fashion is about loving what you wear, and making a conscious effort to wear things a certain way. i had been doing it all along! it was only a matter of time before i put two and two together and discovered my sartorial voice.

here are some photos i took probably about four years ago at antique world. im not exactly a photographer, but i think these convey the bizarre, free-spirited nature of one of my favorite shopping destinations.