Nik Taylor
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Happy Birthday Rue!!!!!
There is an end? Consider this; at the Swedish Club in town, all 7 display cases are filled with my evening gowns, gloves, purses, hats, cigarette cases, cigarette holders, jewelry, fur stoles, ad infinitum (the theme of our annual gala and auction was Sweden Goes to Hollywood...Garbo, Bergman,etc.) and I am ashamed to say, that it didn't make even a tiny dent in my collection of stuff.
But my real love is accessories- hats, gloves, purses, evening bags. Yesterday I picked up an adorable cobalt blue wool 1940's jacket with interesting lapels, a gold metal evening bag from the '40s, and snatched back a 1940s fedora that I had on sale at a consignment store. (I'd post a picture if I could- it's oyster colored felt, with a rust band and cool rust colored feathers- and the brim is, well, square in front. Tres chic.)
As far as dates- my sense of "vintage" ends about 1970.
Sorry for being a little off topic but I want to join Hadley in wishing every Scorpio a happy Birthday especially Binkie Baumont who without which The Fedora Lounge simply would just be another stop on the road...
You ask where does vintage begin and end for you?
and the answer for me is in my mind (inside as oppose to outside if that makes sense for you) >>> books, music...
If i happen to come across a vintage ashtray, or an art deco mirror, an old hat, etc... and it's within what i can afford, and i dont have spend too much energy looking for the object, sure i go for it, why not.
Otherwise, vintage mainly lives in my mind.
Gilboa,
I can relate to everything you wrote and especially this:
By the way, have you posted your home in the vintage home thread yet? I would love to see it
Nothing wrong with cuffed jeans at 40! I wear them with my saddle shoes and I turned 41 today
I fear I find that rather hard to believe.... not the wardrobe choice, your age. Based on your photos, I'd say that was a typo and the first digit should have been a key to the left! Hope you have a great day.
If I had to listen to one type of music for the rest of my life I would kill myself.
I also wear prescription cat's eyes.
Concerning my home I have a general rule. If it didn't exist in 1937 I'm not buying it...with some major exceptions of course.
For me it started the day they wrapped me up in one of my mother's old diapers. Only we didn't call it vintage, we called it "hand-me-downs." That's the environment I grew up in, and I'm still comfortable there, both aesthetically and culturally. If the rest of the world wants to go somewhere else, that's their business, but I'm staying put.