Dear
Drastic Plastic readers, it's Barbara from Momographica here. How is your summer going so far? In Italy weather is
unbelievably hot during this season and I am seeking refuge in my own little
study, with a powerful air conditioner and a glass of ice tea as my new best
friends.
I
must make a confession: for a photographer like me, vintage markets are a shangri-la
if you are looking for some interesting piece to add to your model's styling or
eccentric last minute new entries to the composition.
There
is a little truth behind the obscure title of this post: last Sunday I visited
a vintage fair in my town which promised to be awesome so I waited so far
because I wanted to share with all the Drastic Plastic readers an amazing
experience in the reign of antique clothes. But
what I thought to be something lovely to share turned out to be anything but amazing. What a cruel
world we live in! Bad, me and my never-ending trust into anything which smells vintage.
When
I arrived at the place on late Sunday morning I had been welcomed by a small
but ridiculously expensive selection of clothes and accessories, two or three
old fashioned cars and a small group of (not vintage) children playing in the
gardens of the building. The
small selection of stalls mainly displayed pieces that were extravagant enough
to come out from the closet of my great-grandma but in the worst condition and
most of them costing nearly a fortune. It spoke clearly that vintage was being
introduced as a mass of ugly, overpriced pieces that have nothing to do with
those you find on magazines or tumblr blogs. You
can imagine my disappointment.
When
I lived in London I had been lucky enough to be located in Brick Lane and the
Sunday vintage markets were absolutely delightful. Since then I got the habit
to visit vintage markets whenever is possible. And in London, vintage
was something quite unique and wherever you could find a good piece for a good
price. In my place this seems an impossible task.
I
am curious to know: what is it vintage where you live? Is there any rule to
it? What is vintage for you?
