29.5.11

MY HUGE RUBBER SHOES

M Y  S T R I N G  O F  T H O U G H T S  T H A T  E N D E D  U P  I N ... M Y  H U G E  R U B B E R  S H O E S .

The Prada shoes I absolutely loved. However, my hunger for platform/chunky shoes increased rather then decreased after the new addition to my wardrobe. The Prada shoes originally got me thinking of the sort of sport looking platforms I had when I was a kid. After that my thoughts quickly detoured to ice cream. From there it ventured into jumping castles (we always used to have great big summer parties when I was young where I would spend the whole day bouncing around) and then continuing to crab-fishing. (I live by the sea and still do fish crabs although I have mostly ventured to fish). Then I started thinking about fish, and how I really should have caught one the other day, I mean really! At this point I didn't even remember how the string had started, which I rarely do. From there the thought of creating the shoes myself somehow quickly got established. - Continuing with me paying a visit to my local cobbler and tada! Stranger things have happened.

28.5.11

GOOFING AROUND



























... after a Friday night bowling session. I has shocked over how completely useless I am. The first round I only collected 26 points and the second 86. A perfect game is something like 300, how terrible am I?

This is my second outfit of the day, the first one causing a bit more attention than this. I caught several people, mostly tourists filming me.  Don't be afraid, I, myself didn't think I stood out THAT MUCH.

22.5.11

WINNIE, PIGLET AND ME





























The hat is something I picked up in Bergen this winter. The only disadvantages with it is that it gives me wrinkles. It basically pushes the skin on my forehead down, it sounds ridiculous, but just take a look at the second to last photo! The cupcake on my head is a headdress from Fam Irvoll one of the most exciting designers I know, and Norwegian!

19.5.11

ADIDAS VINTAGE AND A 50'S BRA
































As the sun was shining I decided that today was a day as lovely as any to put on my "new" vintage Adidas trousers that I won bidding on ebay during the Easter holiday. My corset is one of the most delightful things I own. If you read my post East London, baby you know I mentioned a unworn corset-bra from the 50's, well this is it. It even had the original price tag attached, how amazing is that?

ALL BLURRED UP IN THE RAIN

10.5.11

EAST LONDON, BABY



























First of all, brace yourself, this is a long post, probably the longest one ever, or so I hope. But it will hopefully give some insight on vintage shopping in East London, particularly Brick Lane - the old brewery.


Men often get blamed for never asking for help. They will never admit if they have taken off at the wrong exit, nor when looking at a map: their eyes easily give away that they have no clue what so ever of where they are, still they will never speak of it. But are women really any better?

My interest in vintage has blossomed from a some what crooked little bud to a strong, determined flower - reaching for the sun with every breath. I love vintage - check, I appreciate the environment friendly aspect of vintage - check, I adore the fact that they are one offs - check. Finally, the thing that really gets me: enjoying pieces someone else has made memories and had fun in. The stories behind the clothes intrigue me. However, when it comes to questions about the relationship: price and quality, I'm basically without a clue. What is too much?



When I discovered Naomi of Vintage Secret (Don't ask me how, it's just one of those bi-effects of the internet) I quickly sent her an email. I wanted to know from her first-handed what her service was all about. Basically she told me it was like going vintage shopping with a friend that had good taste, knows where to go, and can get you great discounts. So naturally I booked a days shopping with her.

When Tuesday arrived I got up early. The sun was peaking through the clouds - and that was enough for me, coming from winter wonderland back home. Dressed in simple clothes (always a must for shopping, not to make the constant changing to hard), I got on the train.

 As I got of the train at Victoria my expectations were sky high. At one point I actually had to exercise some serious self talk, desperately trying to calm myself down, and lower my expectations to a somewhat reachable level.




























Jumpsuit from Beyond Retro, shoes second hand from my mother.

I met Naomi at the Vintage Emporium, where we talked over coffee, hot chocolate and a piece of apple pie. After establishing some ground rules: what I was looking for, and talking about my style in general, we set of downstairs to rummage through the Emporiums exceptional treasures.


As mentioned, one of the things I was most keen on learning was the relationship between price, quality and the age of garment. I quickly realized that my Notting Hill vintage shopping has prices I now in true words can call outrages and over the top. At least compared to what is on offer in Bacon Street number 14. As the cafe is on the ground floor, the shop is half way beneath street level. However, two large windows let in enough light to give the clothes a fraction of the shine they deserve.

The Vintage Emporium specializes in clothes pre 1950s, and have truly succeeded. Naomi quickly started shuffling through the racks. To big, to much, not quite the right colour, easily making me understand that this lady easily has a black belt in vintage shopping. I ended up trying two fault-free 1940s dresses. At the same time discovering that my bodyshape fits the clothes of that era almost perfectly. The friendly owner Jess put the two dresses aside, and of we went, continuing our vintage quest.






































Picture taken from the Emporiums online page.


Wasting no time we quickly reached Hunky Dory vintage, a shop run by two kind gentlemen. Rushing to the racks Naomi again began looking for the lethal combination of right size, look and price, with me standing close with an eager eye. With a few pieces hanging off Naomi's arm we disappeared one floor down, trying our best not to miss out on anything. I tried on a floral dress, with amazing details and indescribable ruffles along the asymmetrical edge of the dress. Accompanying me in the dressing room was also a skirt, a black and yellow Salvatore Ferragamo dress, unfortunately not taken good care of by its previous owner, resulting in moth holes, and a 1960s two piece set - a top and a skirt, in a floral pattern.







































Floral top from Hunky Dory






































Blouse from Hunky Dory





























Picture taken from Hunky Dorys online page.


Just down the street lay the our next treasure grove, This Shop Rock. This shop is the most expensive one we are going to Naomi tells me as she bumps into an old friend. There is no doubt about it, around here she knows everyone. Looking in the window as we entered the shop, one item almost cries out aloud " buuuuy me!"

The shop is owned by a delightful couple. After falling in love with the two piece from the previous shop, Naomi pulls out a pale blue two piece: A vest with small cufflinks in the exact same colour, and a skirt reaching just below the knees. It was a true winner until I stepped into the light and realized that there were just a few to many stains on it. I did however buy the item screaming at me: a 1950's bra. When asking about it the owner replied "If you like that you should really see this. We bought a whole bag full of dead stock from a shop in the 50s, they have just been lying around in the back of a garage. " The bag contained 150 pieces of 1950s unused garment, if I am not mistaken. How amazing is that?






























Picture taken from flickr.com



























Cardigan clips from The Shop

It is strange how something, in this case vintage shopping can make one forget almost anything. The people closest to me don't even lift an eyebrow when I mention food. As it seems I am, if not constantly, at least quite often hungry. When walking along Bacon street to our next destination I would have expected my stomach to scream, kick and roar for food, but it didn't.

The Shop is truly a paradise for anyone that vaguely likes silk scarfs. They are everywhere. In baskets on the floor, on tables and chairs. In cabinets on the wall, and hanging from other furniture. This was the cheapest of the days shops. Also here Naomi knew the owner. The shop assistant nodded in agreement when asked whether her day was filled with folding. "There are so many scarfs here, and almost impossible for the customers to put them back in the correct place, and folded properly" she replies.

Trying on several maxi lengths we both got disappointed when realizing they simply weren't floor sweeping on me. Am I too tall to ever find a floor length gown? I ended up getting a pair of earrings and a pair of cardigan clips. I must admit I was a bit uncertain, but now I am absolutely infatuated with them.






















Picture taken from thrift-ola.com

Last but not least we continued down Bacon Street to Beyond Retro, a huge warehouse full of vintage. The trick here, I learned, is to know what your looking for. Otherwise it will take forever. The shop is well organized and has an amazing selection of clothes, bags and other accessories. Here I ended up buying quite a number of pieces. I promise to show them as soon as I wear them.

We finished of the day with a glass of juice at The Vintage Emporium Cafe, and do you know what: The day exceeded all of my expectations. I ended up buying one of the the 1940s dresses from the Emporium. And my goal of learning more about prices, and alternative places in London to shop was a success.

9.5.11

IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS

 I neither want a pre-wrapped sausages or pre-wrapped bacon as the song suggests. However these shoes would look oh-so beautiful on my feet this season. In my head I have already thought of a little short of a thousand outfits that would work more than brilliant with these Balenciagas.

7.5.11

I AM NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE, I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH





























For what you say? For wearing the Prada shoes today again, I answer. I just love them too much, and don't even try pretending to feel otherwise.

5.5.11

I AM DOWN WITH PLATFORMFEVER

LIKE IN 5TH GRADE - I AM AGAIN DRAWN TO PLATFORMS



I have always dressed myself - ever since I was able to pull on a pair of jeans, or a jumper over my head, that is. The results of my dressing has since I was a little girl been questionable - interesting at best. (At least some would say.) Coming from an area where some mothers seems to think that the most important thing is that the facade looks good - and with that how their children look: long pretty ponytails, wrinkle free skirts, and God forbid the colours pink and red together, one could call my mother extraordinary. She always helped me dress how I wanted - including making a Tweety costume with a giant head - for a costume party.

In fifth grade I got my very first pair of platforms - God I wish I knew where they are right now! Sports-looking babyblue shoes with white stripes: All the other girls where so jealous. Somehow it didn't matter, because I was the only one who dressed myself. Stylting around on what seemed to be the highest platforms surely must have paved the way for these gorgeous Prada's.

2.5.11

A LONG AWAITED PARCEL






































The content of this box has been a big part of my dreams lately - or to put it in an other way: I am so excited to put these babies on my feet. I will dance along the streets of Oslo. THAT is a promise!