Ahhh, ‘vintage’. For wine connoisseurs, the phrase probably conjures up images of dusty wine bottles in an aging cellar; a bottle of “Chateau de poop” sat on a rustic looking table longing to be accompanied by a chunk of crusty baguette. For car enthusiasts, we’re talking more 1950’s motorcar in British racing green, with little windscreen wipers and faded leather interiors.
But for a fashion lover, what does the term ‘vintage’ really say? Well for starters I think it’s a concept that’s bandied about a tad too easily. It holds this kind of prestige and so people are just DYING to tell you that the polka-dot skirt they picked up from Help The Aged for 50p is in fact ‘ a little vintage number’. What they really meant was “it was cheap and had been worn before, I’m not going to tell you it’s last year’s Primark, I’m going to have you believe I dug it out of some little treasure trove in a trendy back alley in Brixton”. Do I sound ranty? I don’t mean to be. I just mean you KNOW when you’ve found real vintage. And I think that’s something to be cherished.
Equally, I’m not saying that charity-shopping is any less worthy of attention or said ‘prestige’, flippin’ heck some of the best stuff I’ve bought has cost me less than a McDonald’s and been from Oxfam. I’m just saying, you know, vintage items feel kind of special, don’t they? Like you’re holding onto a little bit of a forgotten era.
Enough of the Disney crap, time for a bath.
What are your thoughts on vintage clothing, do you rate it over charity shop finds?