Vintage

Hey there, fellow style seeker. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning in 2025, and you’re stepping out in a pair of high-waisted wool trousers from the ’70s, paired with a crisp chambray shirt that whispers tales of forgotten road trips. Heads turn—not because you’re trying too hard, but because that vintage retro men’s clothing … Read more

Imagine stepping into a room where the air hums with big band jazz, the scent of polished leather and fresh-cut roses lingers, and every outfit tells a story of elegance without apology. That’s the world Dandy Wellington inhabits—and he’s inviting you in, bow tie and all. As a Harlem-based bandleader and style activist, Wellington isn’t … Read more

Hey there, fellow style seeker. Remember that thrill when you unearth a gem from your grandma’s attic—a faded denim jacket that smells like old adventures, or a silk scarf that whispers stories from another decade? That’s the magic of vintage clothing pulling me in every time. I’m Sarah Ellis, a vintage curator who’s spent over … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in 2012, and I’m rummaging through my grandma’s dusty attic in rural Ohio, sneezing like crazy amid boxes of forgotten treasures. I pull out this slinky 1950s polka-dot dress, all nipped waist and full skirt, and something clicks. It’s not just fabric—it’s a story, a … Read more

Hey there, fellow style wanderer. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in 2012, and I’m rummaging through a dusty thrift shop in Brooklyn, my heart racing like I’d just uncovered buried treasure. There, tucked between faded band tees and forgotten scarves, hangs a 1970s mustard-yellow maxi dress with butterfly sleeves that scream freedom and … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in 2015, and I’m rummaging through my grandma’s attic in rural Ohio, sneezing from dust bunnies the size of small dogs. I pull out this faded floral tea dress from the 1940s—soft cotton, nipped waist, pockets deep enough to hide my phone (a modern mercy). … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn afternoon in 2015, and I’m rummaging through a dusty thrift shop in my hometown, feeling utterly lost in the sea of fast-fashion regrets from my closet at home. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and needed a change—something real, something that whispered stories instead of … Read more

Hey there, fellow style wanderer. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning in 2018, and I’m rummaging through dusty racks at a tiny thrift shop in Portland, Oregon. My hands brush against a faded floral midi dress from the ’70s—soft cotton, tiny pearl buttons, the kind of piece that whispers stories of forgotten picnics and … Read more

Hey there, fellow style seeker. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning in 2018, and I’m rummaging through a dusty thrift shop in Brooklyn, my heart racing like a kid in a candy store. I spot this worn-in leather jacket—1950s, maybe?—with creases that whisper tales of smoky jazz clubs and late-night drives. I snag it … Read more

Hey there, fellow style wanderer. Picture this: It’s a crisp Saturday morning in my tiny Brooklyn apartment, sunlight filtering through the blinds onto a pile of thrifted treasures I’ve hauled home from a weekend hunt. There’s a 1950s polka-dot blouse that’s whispering promises of effortless chic, but as I slip it on in front of … Read more