On Saturday I spent a delightful few hours at the Rag and Bow pop up vintage store at Paradise by Way of Kensal Green. I met up with the lovely Lucy at Gail's, in Queens Park for granola. Oh Gail's. How you make me happy, you and your artisan breads, and your amazing coffee.
We then wandered down the road to Kensal Rise, with the aid of one street sign, and totally unjustified sense of direction. Needless to say, we got lost, and I'm sorry to report, but the Blackberry trumped the iphone this time round, in summoning up some Google mappage. But hey, you get lost, and you get the first sign of daisies and daffodils in random parks and commons, rows of terraces curving gently around the street, and amazing florist shops that are exploding with the promise of spring and the French countryside.
We did make it there eventually, and my oh my, I think I've found my new favourite pub. Paradise by Way of Kensal Green. Every light fitting was some gorgeous vintage setting. There were stuffed birds in glass cages, and speckled mirrors, and creaking stairs, and old paintings, and leather bound books.
There were atriums, and and hanging bouquets, and shifting sunlight shafting through windows, sending dust motes spiralling around amongst tables waiting with candles, and shining bars with urns full of blooms.
And then, of course, there was the vintage.
The absolutely stunning Hazel of Rag&Bow was super friendly, and the whole concept of a pop up vintage store is just awesome (and I clearly love superlatives). Definitely check out their blog to find out how the concept came about. They even do vintage parties, where they come to you, and you can have a whole evening of playing in vintage clothes... amaze.
As much as I love clothes, I can't actually say I like shopping that much. I'm what I would call an accidental shopper - capable of knowing in an instant what I like, but only able to execute this judgement when I'm not actually planning to shop. Places like Topshop and Zara, though amazing, scare me. So! Many! Girls! All! Trying! To! Buy! The! Same! Thing! And the changerooms are hot, and people are waiting, and the price tags are non-negotiable... blergh. Don't really like it. Vintage shops, op shops, and markets, on the other hand? Perfect for the accidental shopper. Everything is basically a one-off. There's the adrenaline of grabbing what might be cool, or might not, and diving for the nearest bathroom/corner/curtain to try it on. Racks of clothes that are full of potential and personality, demanding attention and a sense of fun.
I'll showcase the wares in another post. Yes, this post is a gratuitous photo post. Suck it up. Before I sign off, however:
While I haven't done in an outfit post in like a million years, I did snap these in that old trusty self-mirror-shot style while trying on some amazing old dresses.
Shirt: Levi, thrifted from Paris
Leopard print scarf: thrifted from Portobello markets
Enough from me, sleep well kittens.