I have a new found respect for those flea market sellers. Participating in a Rose Bowl is like moving down 4 flights of stairs into a new apartment 10 times over. I've never done this much lifting. The realization that I merely skimmed the surface of my clutter and still filled a moving van was a bummer. How did I end up with all these clothes? Surely I have not spent every waking hour shopping- right? What gives. Cynthia and I could barely climb out of bed and ended up eating donuts and coffee just to entice motivation. Of course the surge of energy that comes when your very first Japanese vintage PRO picks through your crap is pure bliss. I mean who knew that it was still dark at 5 a.m.? Those guys from Japan not only have carts but headgear with lights on top. And boy do they start training them young. By age 3 they already rock the bellbottom levis and collectable Hawaiian tops and know what Big E Jeans are.
speaking of VOODOO hair and heebie jeebies-- this Monkey FUR coat that Cindy was selling freaked everyone out. They were banned sometime around the 30's and worn by all the rockstars- I guess no one wanted to be Brian Jones or Planet of the Apes
You would've thought that they were passing out MOD psychedelic flower boxes to girls at the ROSE BOWL for free- seemed every cool girl under 16 was hugging one .
Check out Emma fresh from her recent summer school stint in NYC
There seemed to be a lot of fab redheads representing "pale" and sassy
cindy showed sheer willpower after noticing that a vendor dumped his Raggedy collection into the trash sure she could have taken them home but she put them back in the trash for someone else
was a shame seeing them all huddled there beneath that creepy robot