Sometimes, all it takes is one brilliant new piece to coax the forgotten treasures of our wardrobes back into the light. ✨ A single jolt of color can shift an entire mood — an instant lift, like spring breaking through a grey sky. 🌸
There’s a quiet elegance in rediscovering what we already own. Vintage or not, these pieces hold history, memory, and energy. If something feels heavy, release it; if it whispers of potential, revive it. After all, imagine being exiled to the back of a closet for years — even clothes deserve a second chance at life.
Twice a season, as the weather changes, I sift through my archives. Thrifting was practically a childhood sport — rocker sisters, hippie parents, and the thrill of the hunt shaped my eye early. By the ’90s, I was reworking vintage and selling it into the early 2000s. It’s a joy to see a new generation capture that same urgency for reinvention.
Hey - Where are my Tripp acid-wash zipper pants!?
Today’s look tells its own story:
A staple skirt from Monty in Montclair.
Cream-toned vintage Miu Miu platforms I almost let slip away — thankfully, fate intervened. :)
Caramel clogs from No.6.
A plaid scarf gifted from a friend’s travels in Africa.
Nearly everything else: vintage soul, reimagined.
And those charming glasses at the end? My daughter’s, found at Beacon’s Closet on 13th Street — proof that style can be inherited, borrowed, or simply stumbled upon.
In the end, getting dressed is an act of self-curation — a dialogue between past and present, between what we’ve held onto and what we’re ready to become.