Amber and I just visited the Rose Bowl Flea Market, one of the once-a-month wonders of Pasadena. We’d never been, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. The flea markets here in Los Angeles range in size from tiny to huge, from incredible to disappointing.
The Rose Bowl Flea Market was massive, and I’d say that if you know where to look (which we didn’t at first), it’s gold. We scanned the grassy aisles and picked up some cute things—a hat here, a purse there—but there are just certain tents that seem to just hoard all the good stuff.
We found two or three such tents, and we ended up bringing home a little vintage victory, including one pine-green playsuit which I immediately wore a few days later out to MyStudio in Hollywood, where Amber was modeling in a fashion show.
One of my favorite things about going to the Rose Bowl Market was seeing so many girls wandering around wearing vintage of their own. It really does look amazing. Vintage clothes force you to be creative in a way that I feel contemporary clothes can’t, and the result is (usually) dramatic and so stylish.
Another favorite thing about the Rose Bowl Market? This beauty:
We’ll see what lovely things await us when we return. Maybe they’ll still have that red velvet 1940s purse I wanted…