Vintage Bazar

I celebrated my 24th birthday last week and I can say it was the saddest one ever. And because my bests could'nt make it, I opted for a Häagen Dasz pralines&cream + a Wes Anderson film instead. I even missed SBTRKT gig when Liv had managed to get us tickets. :(

Anyway my brother woke me up with 4 littles cakes and candles with numbers. I can't believe it's been ten years since I was fourteen. Wonderful time of creativity, freedom of mind and +++ the right balance when mature thoughts are floating in the magical mental landscape of childhood. 

This nostalgy may explain this very ugly photomontage I did (just bought a graphic tablet and need obviously few more weeks of practice) of Oliv&I Sunday at the 

Puces de Clignancourt

I love this vintage market, it reminds me of London with the french rap stores in extra. Olivia found me the world most beautiful dress and I'll write it down so you know: if something wrong happen to me, please bury me in that pink-powder long gown and its little purse. I want to wear it everyday and as soon as the spring comes I'll find many occasion to do so. With a leather or a jean jacket and flat boots, I can't wait.

Brunch Bazar

If Paris can't compete with Bricklane, there are some good initiatives taking place at the moment like Brunch Bazar. In the middle of Le Marais, a whole building was invested by little vintage shops. We didn't find anything to buy - even if Armelle wanted so bad this white swan headband-  but the atmosphere was nice. Very "bobo" I should say, there was Joey Starr and other french actresses I can't remember the name playing ping-pong and vintage video games (Street Fighter ♥). 

 

 

Purple Run

My bestfriend's dad is getting married this autumn. For what is going to be the most offbeat event of the season I need to wear something really special.
In Berlin I found a really cute vintage shop in the Kreusberg area where my eyes stopped on a purple stuff hangling between old tee-shirt. We were not shopping this day and just entered out of curiosity . When I tried on I felt transported to another decade. The size was perfect in the waist, the lenght. It was made for me.
Picturing myself with flower crowns made of daisies and roses and this purple - a violent washed and past purple that gave you nausea when you look too long at it - folk dress.

The saler told me the little story going with the dress (good vintage salers often tell you the history to make you identify and not look at the price which in this cas was the highest of the whole shop) :

His mum (key word#1) used to wear it in the seventies (key word #2) while going to California (#3) to music festivals (#4) with all her friends in motorcycles (#5) and that where she met my dad, a gypsy (#6⁵ ) musician (#7) she fell in love with him and here I am !

Apart the fact that wearing a bridal gown that 40 years ago received a germano-gypsy coitus did not delight me, my skin in autum would be at its worst.
Poor me, with no summer holidays this year my pale skin will soon turn violet and too much bitchy colors kill the bitch !

Ps : I love everything of the video of Nikki Lane. It is a kind of illustration of the german saler story.I'm fooled anyway.

Gone, Gone, Gone I won't be back....

Alien.