“So wait, is all of this stuff...old?” I overheard a woman ask as I was rummaging through a rack of dresses in a small vintage shop in Scottsdale, Arizona. I rolled my eyes. Yes, I thought, older, wiser, more experienced, a story or two to tell if you would just listen lady.
The first “real” vintage piece I bought was a slinky knit dress that was apparently sold to the LA boutique by an ‘80s Playmate—the dress was custom made for her in Argentina. I bought it without trying it on or asking any further questions. I put it on as soon as I got home—it fit me like a glove. The loose threading with gold flecks cascading down my open back ... it felt like fate. That’s when I realized that old can be sexy too. After all, age is nothing but a number.
Our new and young designers have a story to tell as well, it’s just reminiscent of something that’s already been told. An Anna Sui flirty, floral number calls on a 1940’s WWII love story, where women wore sun dresses that held the weight of air, a seductive silhouette that reflected a time they longed to escape from. The HVN baby pink gingham number brings to mind the image of working women in this same era who wrote for newspapers and smoked inside—clearly, we’ll be wearing this to our next party at China Chalet (leather bustier included). A Dries Van Noten embroidered shirt dress feels like something your grandmother may have worn if she was taking refuge in Casablanca after the war with her latin lover, though until this moment, you never actually thought your grandmother had sex.
We’re always a sucker for a good story. Especially one that involves an amazing vintage find. The reality though, is this takes time, a good washing machine and in most cases a great seamstress. So we pay homage to the new, that honors the old. Sorta like time travel or a great day dream. Who would your steamy post-war lover be?