NorthStar Vintage Corporate Headquarters are being renovated, so like an unmoored ship, I’ve been floating around Northern New England, finding LOTS of vintage. So much that I had to break down and buy more hangers – a first in the 10 years I’ve been selling vintage.
One lot is from a woman who was hippie in NYC during the 60’s. And she had fabulous taste in clothing. So I have boxes of great platform and baby doll shoes, bohemian dresses, and a big sheepskin/suede Pakistani coat, all KILLING me as they sit, waiting to be photographed and put up online.
Another lot is from someone who collected ethnic wear and costumes. Need a sporran? A beefeater’s uniform? Leiderhosen? Brunclek? Bunad?
Still left to deal with is a store’s worth of vintage menswear, and huge estate lot with clothes from the 40’s and 50’s – tons of gabardine women’s suits and crepe dresses – all in good larger sizes.
This is the novelty print shirt they’re talking about.
The blouse is from the McMullen Company, who, I understand, used a lot of Liberty of London prints. I done some research, but cannot find any proof. Still, it’s a damn cute print, and it totally makes sense that it would be from Liberty, who made some damn cute prints.
I freaked when I saw it was a vintage athletic jacket.
I freaked when I saw it was a vintage athletic BOWLING jacket, with pin and bowling ball shaped patchs.
I freaked when I saw that the patches were embroidered with the years the team won (making it easy to date) and that the winning team was Checker Cab (a bunch of cabbies winning bowling tournament in the late 50’s is an incredibly evocative situation).
And then while driving it home, my associate pointed out that it was completely reversible, with a black satin, and matching bowling theme patches. These types of things should not be pointed out to me when I’m driving, because I damn near crashed the car.
This is especially timely because I have been obsessed with Rin Tanaka’s work – books on vintage motorcycle culture, vintage skateboard and surf fashion, rockabilly fashion, and vintage athletic fashion.
Because I work from home, I don’t have much opportunity to dress up. And when I do leave the house for something fancier than the post office or grocery store, I have a uniform – black top, black skirt, black tights, black boots, silver accessories, big black bag.
And all of a sudden, thanks to the Goth Revival, I am in style, even if it’s by default, and even if it’s because I’ve just been holding on to the look since the first go round, in the 1980’s. And yes, I had a Bauhaus record. Hell, I had the extended dance remix of “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.”
So this Goth Revival lets me embrace the things I loved in the past – like these red winklepicker skull buckle boots from *capricornvintage* (Identical to those worn by the one goth girl in my big northeast university who had a name that was spelled normally and pronounced abnormally. She had a leather jacket with spikes (!) that caught on angora sweaters, and once went to a sorority rush dressed as a nun).
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It also makes me want to go shopping for more black things, as I always need more black clothes (click photos for link):
Moschino Black Patent Platform Mary Janes at Zappos
Cleaning up post party beer cans and paper plates never makes me happy, but today, the act actually made me sad, as it’s the last “real” day of summer.
Granted, my sadness is nothing like what I would experience as a child, when at the end of our summer on a lake in Maine, we would pack the light blue Ford Econline van (to the gills with all the furniture my father had bought) and drive back to our home in suburban Philadelphia. I would sob from the moment we drove down the dirt road, away from the house, until we made our first rest stop (food always trumped tears).