Every generation deplores the past, saying things ain’t what they used to me, and it’s always true, for everyone. Thrift stores aren’t what they used to be either, but I’m rediscovering a taste for the hunt. And I don’t think it’s the economy, an action born of necessity, but rediscovering a lost part of me. A rare book. A cool vintage candle holder. Random tchotchkes that can be turned into found object art à la Rauschenberg. Today I got “I’m Ok, You’re Ok” and “Big Mama Makes the World” (no, not yours truly) for Milan and some cool jeans for $5. I want things that have been around, that have wrinkles of time.
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