I, as a friend once put it, seriously have the "vintage jonesin'" and it's manifested here, and pretty much in every corner of my apartment. I usually go for the cutesy, kitschy vintage with a healthy dose of the more sartorial, clean-cut vintage (I have more ties than my guy friends). I'd also like to extol the classics. A baby blue pork pie hat is vintage, a brown fedora is classic. Vintage is a funky oddity, a lost treasure from the past carefully reintegrated into a contemporary aesthetic. Classic never got lost, has simply held up (and maybe adapted a bit) to changing taste. An example? Converse All-Stars (I know you have a pair) and Levi's jeans (I have at least four). Vintage you show off, classic you wear everyday.
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