A true love for vintage and thrift will do either one of two things to you: make you sneeze or give you an adrenaline rush. And when both of those elements collide and you end up treasure hunting for a solid two hours, you know that this game will last a lifetime.
Starting to shop at thrift stores when I was a 14-year-old Chicago city girl, I found my calling at The Village Discount Outlet. A slight but no match comparison to L.A.’s popular Goodwill, VDO had not only twice the number of locations spread across the city, but it was an effortless darling box to original vintage and thrift – the type of treasures that the woman in line behind you offers you money for before you check out. My brother’s girlfriend at the time loved to take me shopping, and it was here, like love at first sight, that I grew anxious for Levi’s, 1960s furs, and developed an obsession with accessories that took a hard swivel to make me go back every chance I got. I was addicted.
Cut to some ageless years later, I notice that the beauty and trend of ‘keeping things real’ in vintage surely lives in a mess load of boutiques. There are even vintage pop-up shops at sample sales around the city. The bustle of Etsy online collections. Spanish Moss Vintage, whom I adore. The list is endless, and the discovery makes me get hyper at one sound: the hanger sliding across the bar as we feel, pin-point, and examine our next piece.