“it is easily overlooked that what is now called vintage was once brand new.” // t. visconti
my last known dalliance with vintage was probably sometime before my 19th year – when i was going for something new in something old, and bought myself a pair of well-worn, (by whom is anybody’s guess), straight-leg, faded blue, button-fly, 501 jeans.
yet, i knew for a fact that no matter how many times i washed those dungarees, i would never be able to shake the feeling that i most certainly was walking a mile in someone else’s trousers. trust that i know how it makes me sound, but i never could quite get comfortable wearing someone else’s clothes.
granted, i’ve evolved some since then, but so has my understanding of the word vintage. i don’t take it to mean the patchouli-incensed version of old men’s flannels and jeans, but of loftier, slightly more gilded items.
➝ source : pierre cardin space age satin mini via 1st dibs