The market I was heading to this Sunday morning was nothing like I really ever see in Italy in that it is extremely similar to a garage sale. You can imagine my excitement. After tracking down the vendors I see scattered throughout my best markets, I asked for details. It is run by volunteers and everything is sold to support non profit organizations. You know what that means – a lot of donations from private collections so wonderful local garments.
So once I knew what I was in for, I could set off prepared. The day started off with an early morning hack to wear the lightest, try-on-the-fly friendly, summer dress I had. I then loaded up on lots of big empty bags.
These ladies manning the quality not quantity of stallare two of my main squeezes. They were just as excited to see me as I them. Together in just hours we can kick out a whole day of vintage-picking for me and a day’s work for them. The fruitful relationships I have built with these ladies are priceless.
Just as I roll up and am about to get my hands dirty, I hear a sweet voice behind me ask in English, “Where can I catch the bus to the mall?”. When I turned around there was an adorable girl even more eccentric than myself. My response was “Don’t go to the mall – judging by your aesthetic you would enjoy this market much more!” She lit up and said she wanted to shop but nothing was open on Sunday. True. I knew this meant I would have to share, but It was so worth it! Both the vendors and my new friend were elated.
Turns out my thrifting buddy was from Sweden, a country I am openly obsessed with. When I visited it was very hard to leave. It is a country that has precision, overall happiness, and a love rap music, directness and other cultural details that I relate to. And among it all Sweden has totally maintained its old world charm.
She may have got the Hammer pants, but there was plenty to go around. Love this embellished denim vest, which will be available online at Moth Oddities this winter. Stay tuned!
At this particular market, among the great clothes, decent shoes and plethora of knickknacks, I always find great kitsch household items to boot.
And quite a few things that are not quite vintage yet. Hello early 2000’s I have not missed you!
She is so happy she did not go to the mall!
Although I had to share, I left full of macrame vests that sell like hotcakes in the summer and some unmistakable Italian vintage pieces for my clients shops in the states.