thrift pilgrimage: PacNW by way of BK
I don’t have a Phd in anything, but it’s safe to assume that a healthy shopping addiction is a common affliction for young Brooklynites. With this mental issue comes the very palpable, physical issue of supply and demand.
I demand that you supply me with awesome vintage clothes. One-of-a-kind second-hand gems. These clothes need to fit, and I need to find them in Williamsburg or Bushwick because I hate waiting for the G train/ transfers in general.
Well, fuck.
Selecting the thrift locale is either overly calculated or completely arbitrary. To guarantee the size wildcard, I am left with two options. 1) Hit up the ever-amazing Re/Dress NYC in Cobble Hill. 2) Leave Brooklyn.
So I recently went on a shopping pilgrimage to San Francisco for 5 days, Seattle for 6.
- floral print dress: thrifted from brooklyn flea
- denim vest: thrifted from salvation army
- black HUE tights: Lord & Taylor
- vintage Esprit hiking boots: free from mom
- shades: thrifted from painted bird vintage
- backpack (not shown): target
