A Vintage addicted talks.
Is Vintage an addiction? What is there that I like about it ? Why is it, that I am constantly attracted to a vintage object? I am a Vintage alcoholic, this is the least I can tell about myself. Since I was a little girl, Vintage has been a close friend of mine. My mother , a young Canadian woman who married my Roman Father in the late 1960’s, brought this passion on me. She used to take me along to flea markets in Rome, Porta Portese above all, in search of vintage clothing which were basically my entire wardrobe. Flea markets with their bohémien atmosphere and their charming chaos, were really capturing my fantasies, I did not want anything else, but to make Vintage a part of my life. Vintage is honest and earnest. It comes to you as it is, an item from the past : I love to discover, when possible, its history. I love the smelling of those grandma’s wardrobes , the scent of glorious past days, the long gone colors and dyes of the fabrics, in French they call that fané, I love knowing that that item is Unique, one of a kind, and I learned, also , that each Vintage item awaits its owner, its, so to speak, soul- mate. Vintage is not for everyone. This is statement. If you do not love the past, if you don’t feel passionate about our history and our memories, then you need to let go.
Vintage is also about giving a second chance to objects bound to destruction. And this is a very personal, intimate crusade. When I took this path, many years ago, I understood it was a no turning- back -One, because what it really comes down to, after all, is recycling, reusing, not buying the unnecessary, in an Era you are told that everything is essential. Therefore I will not tell what to wear, or how to pick a Vintage item amongst others, I will not be your Influencer. For God’s sake, please, No! Vintage is nothing about Fashion. It is a personal choice, a life choice, no more no less.