#that's why thrifting and vintage has come back into fashion

[screamingatmyfandom]

Yes!!! The clothes were designed to wear year round (with other additions) and were built to last! Made to be cute and comfortable

There were even dresses for mountain climbing!

Man I need to buy more 1950s light dresses bc for whatever reason a dress, petticoat, and slip is more comfortable for me in 105 degrees than shorts and a t shirt I think it’s just bc nothing is clinging on my legs

[buckysdollbarnes]

you are in love series - part one

one look, dark room

PAIRING: tfawts!bucky x grad student!reader

Summary: Moving to NYC to go to grad school, your friend's dad has a connection with the owner of a rental building in Brooklyn where you can live on your own, for cheaper than you could get anywhere else. On a student's budget, you strive to still make your place your own by thrifting as much decor as possible. Meeting your quiet and somewhat secretive neighbor, James, you gain some free labor to help you move the random stuff you buy, and with that he may be growing to love parts of the modern world he has been missing. With you in a big, new city feeling alone for the first time and Bucky wanting to make a connection with someone other than Sam and his therapist, maybe online marketplaces and a turntable will bring you both what you need most.

warnings: mild language

word count: 4.7k

a/n: this is my first time EVER writing fiction, usually I only ever write academic papers so this is fun. :) I read over and revised this chapter so many times, so I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed and I'm excited to start on the next chapter.

a/n: also!! sorry for it being so long genuinely just so much had to happen in this chapter for it to be set up the way I wanted, which I think I did well enough. lmk what you think <3

Why did I think carrying this by myself was a good idea? It might be cute and a great deal, but I don’t think I'll be able to feel my arms tomorrow. I might need to hit the gym again before I find more bargains like this. Hell, maybe I'll even invest in a neck towel, because this heat is unbearable. I’ve been searching for some larger pieces to fill my apartment, and this vintage bar cart should fit perfectly. Just five more blocks to go.

Moving here alone has certainly come with its challenges: being on my own in such a big city, dealing with a lot of stress, and managing on a tight budget. But I’m determined to make it work though and prove everyone wrong. Growing up, you see so many romcoms where the heroine leaves everything behind to chase her dreams in NYC, landing a job at a magazine or fashion house, living in a gorgeous high-rise, and meeting the perfect guy. It’s a beautiful fantasy really, but the reality is much tougher. New York isn’t a movie set; it’s a real city with real people, and you have to work just as hard, if not harder, to be here. I know that, but it feels like a majority of my people back home DON’T know that I know that.

I came here for school. In about two months, I’ll be starting my Master’s program at NYU. I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud as when I received my acceptance email. I worked my ass off in undergrad to earn strong recommendations and good academic standing, and seeing it all come together was a huge relief—until the reality of the cost hit me.

Luckily, a friend's dad has a connection with a landlord in Brooklyn and got me a good deal on a place of my own. It’s incredible not to have a roommate in this market, especially in a place where your bed doesn’t touch your stove, though it can be a bit lonely.

Finally, reaching the stoop, out of breath, you set the cart down on the pavement. Wiping your brow, you notice the street is unusually quiet for this time of day. The city never truly sleeps, but the residential streets seem to take occasional naps. A little breath of air somewhere where it feels like oxygen is running out sometimes. Light filters through the trees, momentarily blinding you, and you turn back toward the building.

“How on earth am I going to get this up to my floor?”

Carrying it down the street was one thing, but hauling it up the stairs is a whole different challenge. Plus, who knows when the building's maintenance has last been here, the steps might not hold up under the cart’s weight. They usually feel like they could give away holding one person.

Deciding that falling to your death and being crushed isn’t really how you want to go, you open the double doors and drag the cart into the lobby, using the wheels on one side. Passing the main desk where the worker, who looks completely uninterested, engrossed in a crossword puzzle, you make your way to the end of the hall and start pulling the cart backwards up the incline of the stairwell.

“Nah, I can’t,” you say aloud, after struggling up two floors, letting the cart rest on the landing. There’s still three more floors to go, but your body is clearly telling you the cart belongs right here. Maybe the universe wants it to stay here—who knows, maybe the entire second floor needs a communal bar more than you do.

“Excuse me,” a quiet but rough male voice comes from behind me. You turn around to see him—a guy you’ve seen around your floor a few times, though you’ve never talked. One of the neighbors. You quickly realize you’re blocking the entire staircase.

“Sorry! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ll move this um — just give me a second.”

You shove the cart closer to the wall to make some space for him to pass, but he stays put, his gloved hands in his pockets. He’s definitely handsome—tall and solid, but not intimidating. His furrowed brow and tight-lipped expression don’t exactly scream “welcome,” but he’s still got a certain charm.

He shifts a bit, clearly wanting to say something but hesitating. Feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, you decide to try talking to him again.

“You can just squeeze by if you want. It’s just really heavy, so I’m taking a quick break before I try lifting it up again.”

After a moment, he seems to make up his mind and asks, “Do you need help?”

Looking back at him, you consider saying no. You pride yourself on being independent and capable, and part of you wants to insist you can handle it. But then you think about the struggle of getting the cart up the last two flights of stairs—only this time, it's three—and decide against it.

“You wouldn’t mind? You’re headed down, I’m sure you’ve got somewhere else to be.”

He gives a little smirk that makes you feel a bit dizzy.

“Well, I’m already here so.”

You nod slowly, a small smile appearing on your face.

“Sure, you can take this end, and I’ll get this o—” you start to say, but before you can finish, he’s already in front of you, lifting the cart with ease and starting up the stairs without breaking a sweat.

“Hey! Be careful, uh—,” you pause, realizing you don’t know his name.

He picks up on your hesitation and hesitates himself, considering whether to give his name. He’s wary of how others might perceive him, potentially recognizing his name from past news broadcasts or papers, still dealing with the shadows of his past despite his efforts to make amends. Not wanting to be dishonest, he chooses the safe option.

“James.”

“Be careful, James. I don’t want you tripping and falling on my account.”

“Won’t happen, doll.”

“What-,” you start, caught off guard by the pet name, “what if it does?”

“It won’t, see?” With the last few steps, you and James arrive at your floor. “Already here.”

He must have seen you around before too, to know where you live.

He gives you a quick look and then carries the cart to your door.

“This is yours, right?” He turns and looks at you expectantly. You rush over, fumbling for your keys to unlock the door. If he’s willing to move it all the way, who are you to turn him down?

You lead James into your apartment, wondering if it looks anything like his. The layout can’t be that different; it’s not exactly a luxury building.

He strolls further into the room.

“You can set it right here,” you say quickly. “Thank you for bringing it up for me. I was honestly thinking about giving up when you showed up.”

Setting the cart where you indicated, he straightens up, rolls his shoulders back, and gives you a look that feels intense.

“It’s no problem.”

His gaze wanders around your apartment, taking in the mix of vintage furniture and eclectic decor. On a student’s budget, you’ve filled your space with secondhand finds. It’s more affordable and personal that way. The place might not be filled with new things, but it’s entirely curated by you. Finding beauty in the mix of old and new is something you do well, and now, thanks to James, you have one more piece to add.

James’s eyes land on your turntable setup. He seems intrigued by your collection of records but doesn’t say anything, turning his attention back to you.

“I have to go.”

Your eyebrows lift at his abruptness. Sensing your surprise, he quickly adds, “I’ve got an appointment.”

You nod vigorously, urging him to go and thanking him again for his kindness. Feeling a bit sad that this chance encounter with your new neighbor is ending so quickly, you call out as he heads for the door.

“I’ll see you around then? Since you live here too.”

He turns on his heel, giving you one last smirk.

“Yeah, you’ll see me.”

As he heads down the stairs, you shut your door and lock it behind you. Wandering over to where James’s gaze lingered, you pull an album from the shelf, lift the acrylic cover on your turntable, and set the record down. You close the cover, push play, and let the needle softly drop onto the vinyl. As the music starts, your mind drifts back to James.

Embarrassingly, you find yourself hoping this isn’t a one-time encounter. You don’t know much about him beyond his name, but there’s something about him that makes you want to see him again.

“Two hundred bucks for this is crazy,” you mutter to yourself, staring in disbelief at the sofa you’re eyeing on Facebook Marketplace.

“People are practically giving this stuff away.”

Not wanting to miss out on such a good deal, you message the seller to check if it’s still available.

Since you got the bar cart about a week and a half ago, you haven’t picked up anything else. With the July heat blasting, just thinking about moving a sofa in this weather makes you want to rip off your skin to cool down.

You can’t help but think of James, who you’ve seen briefly in the hallway since your last encounter. He just nodded as he passed by, and that was it.

Your phone dings, snapping you out of your thoughts. The seller confirms the sofa is still available and offers to deliver it since they have a truck.

Excited, you reply with a yes, and they let you know they’ll head your way soon.

You get up to rearrange your furniture, making space for the new sofa. You don’t have much to move since you’ve been slowly collecting things. As you shift the pieces around, your turntable stops, signaling it’s time to flip the record. After you do, you take a moment to picture how the sofa will fit in the space.

Then it hits you—moving a sofa is way heavier than the bar cart. If you struggled with that, how on earth will you manage this?

“Independent woman, my ass.”

With the delivery imminent, you decide on the only solution you can think of. Without hesitation, you head to the apartment across the hall and knock softly on the door. You wait, hoping James will answer. After a moment of shuffling and then silence, you start to wonder if you should just try something else.

Just then, the door cracks open, revealing half of James’s face. He looks curious but not annoyed—no one usually visits him.

“Hey! James! Great to see you again! I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I was wondering if you could help me out a bit? I just bought a sofa from this marketplace deal, and the seller’s coming to drop it off right now. He said he’d deliver it, but didn’t offer to help get it up to my apartment. I realized a sofa is way heavier than a bar cart, and you saw me struggle with that, so I was kinda sorta hoping you could help me bring it up here?”

After your rambling, you offer him a hopeful smile, waiting for his response.

A few moments of silence later, that smirk you’ve been missing appears on his face. Opening the door wider, he comments with a grin.

“You bought another thing you knew you couldn’t get up the stairs?”

“I honestly didn’t think it through. The deal was too good to pass up. I’m really sorry for bothering you. I can try to find someone else if you’re busy.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, doll.”

The smile that blooms on your face is unavoidable.

As the delivery guy drives away, James shows you where to grab the sofa and effortlessly lifts the other end. He encourages you to take the lead, making sure the weight is on him as you both navigate the stairs. With minimal effort, you get the sofa up to your place.

After some awkward maneuvering, you finally get the sofa into your apartment through the thin door and set it down. You put your hands on your hips and exhale deeply, only to find James already looking at you with that same intense gaze from before. It makes you a little nervous.

You can’t help but feel grateful—there’s no way you would have managed this on your own.

“I could have handled the bar cart,” you say, nodding toward the cart now adorned with bottles in the corner, “but this? No chance. Thanks so much for your help.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replies. “I wasn’t busy.”

As you look at him, you start to feel like you know him from somewhere beyond being just a neighbor. Maybe you’ve seen him around the city before you moved?

Brushing off the thought, you offer, “You’ve helped me out twice now, and it doesn’t feel right not to return the favor. If your whole evening consists of not being busy, why not stay for dinner? I promise I’ll cook something totally good and not poisonous.”

James looks surprised by your offer but quickly hides it.

“You don’t need to do that. You don’t owe me anything,” he says, not wanting you to feel obligated or uncomfortable. He worries that his presence might not be enjoyable.

He wishes he could be as charming as he was back in the 40s. Being friendly used to come easily, and if he were still the same person he was at 26, he wouldn’t have left so quickly after helping you on the stairs the first time. He wouldn’t have had a therapists appointment to go to and he wouldn’t have a hidden arm made of metal. He’d have asked you to dinner or for you to let him take you dancing instead in return for his brawn. Now, he struggles to make new connections beyond a few familiar faces, like Sam, and asking someone for a dance feels out of reach.

“No, no! Stay, I insist! It gets kind of lonely around here, doesn’t it? Why not have a friend dinner?” you press, hoping he’ll take you up on the offer.

Seeing your sincerity, though still feeling a bit miffed, he finally agrees.

“Yeah, sure. I can stay.”

James settles onto the sofa while you work in the kitchen. You’ve decided on making some stuffed ravioli and garlic bread—easy, delicious, hard to mess up.

Before getting into cooking, you switch out the record, letting new music drift softly through the space. Unbeknownst to you, James watches closely, paying attention to how you handle the records and the turntable. The care you take when putting a record back in its slip, taking a new one out of its dust cover, and gently putting it on.

Seeing you focused on cooking, James gets up and strolls over to your setup. He runs his fingers lightly across the spines of the record sleeves, feeling a surprising sense of comfort. He hadn’t realized people still used record players so often.

The setup looks quite familiar to him, with many aspects reminiscent of the record players he used back in his earlier days. In his life before this one.

As you finish preparing the pasta and pull the bread from the oven, you call out, “Hey, food’s ready!”

You glance back to see James hovering by the turntable. He quickly moves to the table and sits down.

Over dinner, the conversation flows comfortably. James seems to be relaxing a bit, his initial reserve fading. He’s still somewhat guarded, but what he does share is genuinely interesting. You sense that opening up is challenging for him, so you respect his pace and take whatever he is willing to give. Laughing with each other a few times and getting through some odd topics, he mentions that he hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in quite a while and thanks you with a smile.

After a pleasant dinner, you decide to bring up something you’d been curious about.

“You like records?”

Caught off guard by the question, James tries to answer without revealing too much about himself. It feels strange to be here, knowing you don’t really know who he is, but he worries that being too open might scare you away. He decides to keep his secrets for now, selfishly hoping to get to know you better before revealing more.

“Yeah, I used to have quite a few records as a kid. My ma would play them too, especially when she was cooking, just like you. I didn’t realize they were still so popular.”

Excited by this glimpse into his past, you push further.

“Oh, there’s definitely a huge market for vinyl. Lots of people who think it makes them superior, but also a lot who just love the physical aspect of it.”

“So which one are you?” he asks.

You laugh and reply, “Maybe a bit of both.”

You glance up at him from beneath your lashes, catching his rare smile.

“But really, I just like having it. There’s something different about the listening experience. It requires more effort than just hitting play on a playlist. It’s about choosing a full album and actually sitting down to listen. That feels more intentional to me, and that’s why I do it.”

James seems to ponder your answer, his expression softer than before. He then turns his gaze back to the turntable.

“So, since you mentioned you had records as a kid, do you not have any now?” you ask.

He shakes his head.

“Haven’t had any for a long time. Talking about it makes me miss them. Everything these days feels so complicated. I like simple things like that.”

Watching him as he looks away, you hesitate but notice the nostalgic shine in his eyes. You sense he might appreciate physical music even more than you do.

“If you ever get any and don’t have a place to play them, you’re welcome to use mine.”

He turns to face you, his expression unreadable.

“I mean, I know it’s not the most convenient offer, but it’s there. One record lover to another,” you add with a smile.

He returns your smile, saying, “Okay… thank you. I’ll keep that in mind, Doll.”

That night, Bucky lies on his makeshift bed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and replaying the events of the day. You knocking on his door for help with the couch, inviting him over for dinner, and all the easygoing conversation you shared. It was such a stark contrast to his usual rigidity. He'd let his guard down just a little—letting himself smile or flirt ever so slightly.

He wishes he were better at this. It used to come so naturally. Hell, before he left for war, he’d gone dancing with both his own date and Steve’s at the same time. Now, he finds himself listening to you talk while struggling to share anything of his own.

He doesn’t want to pass up your invitation, especially since you’re inviting him into your space again. Clearly, his reserve hasn’t put you off too much.

“What would I even bring?” he wonders aloud.

All he’s ever listened to is 40’s music and big band. He doubts that’s readily available these days.

Rolling onto his side, he grabs the cell phone Steve had insisted he get before he went back in time to live his real life, without Bucky.

“You can do anything on here, Buck!”

Scrolling through the three contacts he has, he taps on the name of the guy who’s been trying to reach him for weeks.

“So, is there a valid reason why you haven’t picked up my damn calls?” Sam’s voice comes through.

“Sam, hi.”

“Did you finally learn how to click the screen? Is that why I’m hearing from you now, old man?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just don’t like the thing. Too confusing,” Bucky says, grimacing as he fiddles with the phone.

“Okay, okay, what’s going on, man? You doing alright?”

“I’m fine. I just have a question and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t harass me about it.”

“Is it about wizards?”

“What?”

“Wizards. Is the question about wizards?”

“No, what the hell. Look, I had dinner with one of my neighbors tonight—”

“Was it a girl?”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell yes, it matters. And from that response, I KNOW it was a girl, so—”

“It doesn’t matter. She has a record player, which I didn’t know people still used, and she offered to let me use it, but I don’t have anything to play on it.”

“I’m not getting the problem.”

“I only like the stuff from the 40’s and—”

“Did you listen to that Marvin Gaye playlist I sent you?”

“Not interested.”

“C’mon, man, it’s good stuff. Give it a listen.”

“Not feeling it.”

“Alright, your loss, I guess. Still not seeing the problem though.”

“What do I bring? I can’t just bring around the stuff I know because where would I even get it?”

“Whoa, man, what do you mean, where would you get it? Just go to a record store and hit up the vintage section or something.”

Bucky pauses, mulling over Sam’s words.

“They have that?”

“Duh. You know, you could answer these questions a lot easier if you just looked them up on your phone—”

“Thanks, Sam. Talk to you later.”

Lying back down, Bucky decides that the next time he’s out to see his therapist, he’ll first stop by a record store to find something to bring over to your place.

Your easygoing presence was so comforting, and he found himself longing for it as he drifted off to sleep. He’d see you again soon enough.

Later in the week, as you wind down from a busy day, you focus on making your space as calming as possible.

You light some candles and turn on an orange floor lamp, the soft glow wrapping around you and setting the perfect mood to sink into your sofa with the book you’ve been neglecting.

You’ve just started settling into your reading when you’re jolted out of your half-nap by the sound of someone knocking on your door.

You get up and peer through the peephole, and there’s your dinner guest from earlier in the week.

Opening the door with a smile, you greet him.

“Hey James, unexpected visit! What’s up?”

His eyes linger on you for a moment before he speaks. You glance down and realize your outfit—shorts that really lived up to their name and a tank top—might not be the most guest-appropriate.

Brushing off your embarrassment, you look back up at him.

“I’ve got something I’d like to play, if that’s alright?”

Bucky’s mind races. Standing at your door, he worries maybe you only offered your place to be nice, and now he’s making a fool of himself. Of course, you didn’t want him there—he could barely talk.

Just as he’s about to get lost in his own head, your bright smile pulls him out of it.

“Oh my gosh, please, come in. What do you have?”

His doubt fades away as he sees your genuine excitement.

“Brought some Sinatra. Not sure if you’re into that, but I used to like his stuff when I was younger.”

You spin around abruptly, staring at him in disbelief.

“There’s no way you think I don’t know who Frank Sinatra is…”

Bucky stumbles over his words.

“Well, I mean, it’s not exactly new stuff so—”

“You think I wouldn’t know ‘Fly Me to the Moon’? ‘Singin’ in the Rain’? ‘New York, New York’? I mean, I even moved to New York—I had to get the romanticism from somewhere.”

“What are those?”

You pause, confused.

“Like, the most iconic Frank Sinatra songs. You are talking about Frank Sinatra, right? Not some other Sinatra I’ve never heard of?”

“No, you’re right, it’s Frank.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I guess I don’t know those ones.” He admits.

“So, what era are we talking about?” You ask, reaching for the record.

As you grasp the sleeve, you notice a glint of light catching James’s bare hand. Realizing he’s not wearing gloves, confusion sets in before it clicks. You HAD seen James before.

Looking up at him, he seems frozen, obviously panicking. He planned to tell you eventually, but not like this. Not when you weren’t close enough yet.

He thought there is no way you are going to want anything to do with him now.

You thought there is no way was there's an actual Avenger in your apartment right now.

You’re frozen, just like him, but more in shock rather than fear.

“Do you… usually go by James?” you ask cautiously.

Hesitating, he shakes his head.

“What do you usually go by then?”

Bucky feels anxiety creeping up his back. You’re both still holding the record, and he can’t tell if you’re scared or just surprised.

“Bucky.”

You stay silent for a moment while Bucky’s nerves are on edge.

“So… metal hand…”

Clenching his jaw, he replies, “Arm.”

“You’re that Bucky.”

“Yes.”

After a long pause, you start again.

“You’re an Avenger and you didn’t tell me?”

Bucky hesitates, his discomfort visible. “I’m— I’m not an Avenger.”

“What do you mean? You’re totally an Avenger! Why wouldn’t you tell me? How did I not recognize you before?” you ask, laughing in disbelief.

Bucky’s taken aback. You really thought he was an Avenger? You’re not scared of him at all, which surprises him. You must not know much about his past if you’re still standing this close.

“No wonder you don’t know ‘New York, New York,’” you say, almost to yourself. “It’s from after your time! This is crazy, I—”

You’re interrupted by his response.

“Are you not scared?”

“Of course not.”

Bucky closes in on himself, panic evident. “If you really knew me, you’d want nothing to do with me. I’ve—”

“I might not know the version of you you’re talking about, but I’ve met James, who helped me not once, but twice  carry stuff he definitely didn’t have to up the stairs, stayed for dinner, has been very polite to me, and has given me zero reasons to be scared of him.”

He looks at you, his piercing blue eyes revealing an internal struggle. That one look holds more weight than his words. You can see the battle within him, torn between his past and the present moment.

“Listen,” you say, finally letting go of the record, “if you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. But I’m not scared of you, and I actually like your company. So, regardless of whether you’re James, Bucky, or whoever, you’re still welcome here.”

You pause, adding, “And we can still play this if you’d like.”

Bucky struggles with his inner turmoil. The idea that you know who he is but still want him around is foreign to him. He doesn’t feel worthy of the kindness you’re offering, but it’s been so long since he’s received such warmth that it’s almost impossible to turn it down.

He’s not comfortable with his identity or his past, but in this moment, he wants to push it aside. If you don’t care, maybe he can allow himself not to care, even if just for a bit. Maybe he can prove something to himself, or even his therapist.

Handing you the record, he relaxes his face slightly. You’ve always thought him handsome, but in the dim light of the dark room, he looks almost ethereal.

You’re hoping he believes you because your excitement for his company tonight feels more significant than it probably should, but you’re okay with that.

“I’m Bucky.”

You smile warmly at this change. “Alright, Bucky. What do you want to do?”

He gazes at you deeply, his look sending a shiver down your spine and warming your chest. “Play it.”

a/n: well, hope this was alright. as I mentioned before, ive never wrote fiction before, but ive definitely read enough to get the gist.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CHRISTMAS WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS (headcanons)

SHAUNA

will forget to wrap your gifts until the very last minute and then spends hours wrapping , chugs a whole pot of coffee in preparation as if she bleeds espresso

her gifts are very thoughtful tho she gives the best christmas presents. shes perceptive to things you like and want, even if you don’t tell her she’ll notice if you’re eyeing something in a store while you’re out and will get it for you when you’re not looking

she can’t be fucked w christmas cookies though she’ll buy some at the store and plate them up all pretty and tell everyone she made them herself

anyway. she is passionate about the christmas tree (why does that sound dirty?) she needs the ornaments to be all in the right place and the lights to be equally distributed or else everything’s coming off and she’s putting it back on the right way

LOTTIE

NEEDS the entire wellness center to be decorated or else her seasonal depression makes her want to be chasing bitches through the woods with knives (again)

from the 5 exact same fics in the lottie tag i think we’ve all established that she can’t bake cookies even though she tries exceedingly hard

she buys all the seasonal coffee creamers that are all the fucked flavors , you’ll get in the fridge and be faced with “gingerbread candy cane sugar cookie mcgriddle subway sandwich taissa’s fresh farmed dirt” flavored coffee creamer

i can also see her getting hyperfixated on those “christmas baking championship” series , you don’t watch the show but you know everyone who’s eliminated each week by name

TAISSA

prepares a whole pot of dirt for the two of you

“I got this bucket of dirt from outside the boxing gym, it really packs a punch”

i’ll never not make fun of this bitch for eating dirt I’m sorry

anyway she probably hides your christmas presents but forgets where she hides them and then she has a little easter egg hunt for everything she bought you

you’ll be doing spring cleaning a few months later and be like oh my god look at _____ i told you i wanted this for christmas have you been hiding it???? and she’s like oh

she also has the BEST christmas songs playlist , possibly even better than van’s

VAN

if she buys you clothes they’ll be thrifted and she has this whole thing about how she doesn’t support fast fashion and at this point you’ve stopped asking for clothes bc girl keeps giving you dusty ass 60s shit and not the good kind

has old copies of all the good vintage christmas movies tho and you have movie nights with popcorn and blankets

she has a favorite peppermint scented candle that she always lights when you’re doing something christmassy, baking cookies or watching movies or whatever it may be

decorates the shop for christmas ‼️ and you help her and it’s absolutely gorgeous , she plays christmas carols all day during work

NATALIE

will probably buy you some rlly expensive alcohol tbh and you guys party like hell for christmas

will also get you something sentimental tho and act like it’s nothing when it’s everything

she’d be less into christmas than you but would be down to use it as an occasion to get lit, give you gifts, and tell you she loves you

and sex . just saying

MISTY

now LISTEN this girl goes all out

caligula has a miniature christmas tree in his cage and she reads the christmas carol to him every year

she really enjoys those little 5-7 minute vintage disney christmas shorts and will make you watch them with her because she thinks they’re so cute and funny

chip and dale reminds her of her and nat

she’s obviously chip in her mind and nat is dale

anyway

she’ll also hand make your presents, not all of them but I can definitely see her crocheting you something or smthn like that

in any case I’m going to bed my loves im exhausted and writing this before christmas bc i probably wont be active on christmas but MERRY CHRISTMAS i hope you all enjoy the holidays, thank you for reading and supporting <3

[zot3-flopped]

Was going through your tags and saw the discussion on Taylor and more heavily branded clothing; as someone who used to be in her fandom (but saw the light, which is why I come here), even just last year she would mix in a lot more accessible brands or thrifted/vintage pieces that relatively anyone could’ve come across. She was known for wearing free people a lot, like a 40 dollar corset top last june that people sold out and begged for so much that they brought it back. Other brands too like Anthropologie, Urban Outfitters, Reformation, Topshop, Brandy Melville. Even the more inexpensive options at places like Ralph Lauren (ofc this would be mixed in with a designer bag or shoes etc). Her luxe pieces also weren’t logo heavy or easily identifiable. However, since she entered her WAG era, her street style itself has started including head to TOE mixed match designer, fully monogrammed fits, and 70,000 ancient jewelry (?). This was actually such an apparent and dramatic switch that TaylorSwiftStyle, who’s been blogging Taylor’s fashion for a decade, pointed it out, which lead to her cancellation in the fandom because they claim she is “insulting Taylor while profiting off of her” and “being racist” because her assessment that logos may come from sports culture must equal saying it comes from the black community/travis’s friends (?). Which is funny that swifties care more about “racism” if it may be directed at travis’s friends than Travis’s objectively racist comments himself, making fun of people who don’t speak English just last year! The whole thing is very desperate - they just can’t admit her greed is at an all time high, and don’t believe her when she herself sang “I can change everything about me to fit in.” When people tell you who they are, believe them.

100%! I didn't know that about TaylorSwiftStyle.

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Hello, Megan! How are you doing? I was wondering if you have any tips for someone wanting to start a 90s/2000s collection like yours.

Where do you shop? How long did it take to accumulate your collection?

Last question might be weird but do you sleep in the room in the photos? The reason I ask is because I want to make my room look like that but I'm a little worried about what people will think...

Hi! This is a great questions and literally anyone can do it and affordable! So I’ve been collecting my whole life but I started going super into it in 2009. Not only do I collect nostalgia, I collect about anything I would see and like, antiques, records vintage clothes, toys, ex. What started my interest is I just saw something a couple antiques i wanted at goodwill and passed it up and I would never live it down. I will forever remember is and kick myself in the ass for it. I said that’s it, I’m not regretting leaving something so cool behind in fear of being judged.

Even though I started in 2009, I will admit, no one has to break bank to start collecting. The best place to start is goodwill, local thrift stores, flea markets, garage sales. I don’t pay much for anything I own in my collection. One time I thrifted an entire huge box full of vintage McDonald’s toys for $2! It’s very simple to do. Some garage sales, people were so tired of selling, they would tell me to have things for free! Like I’m doing them a favor getting rid of the items. lol u really don’t need to spend much.

I started collecting by going to my local goodwill every week and I’d find a cart FULL of 90’s -2000’s finds and I’d spend like max, $50 for my entire cart and I’d find the coolest stuff, toys, clothes, books, ex.

I leave no stones unturned. Some people hid things at goodwill and wait for the color tag to go on sale so look everywhere! I would go by myself and look for a few hours and pick out everything old, and decide at the end what I LOVE and put back things that I just don’t. I’d find cool 2000’s clothes hidden in the kids clothes! I found a vintage adult sized Powerpuff girls sweater in the kids! People hide stuff everywhere and workers also put things in wrong spots just cause it’s got cartoons on them. lol

So the photos of my room is right before I moved into my own house but YES. I slept in that room for years and everyone that walked in thought it was cool! Now I have childhood friends sending me photos of it and asking why my room is all over the internet! lol 😂 I had 2 beds so I could have my best friends over and have cool sleep overs, all my friends, guys and girls loved it and even my boyfriend loved it when we first started dating. My mom loved it cause it reminded her of when me and my sister were kids. She would come up and hang out with me and we would watch Britney and Backstreet Boys videos. I say, do things FOR YOU. If people aren’t supportive, then that’s there problem. As long as ur responsible and not harming anyone or anything, then there is nothing wrong with u doing what makes u happy! ❤️ If u have anything ur really into, the fashion or toys, ask any questions u want, fill free to ask. Something I always do with everything, is pick something up, look for a year. Sometimes older stuff didn’t always have a year on it. Now they always have years.

Also I don’t make YouTube videos anymore but I do have one thrift haul on my YouTube channel Nostalgic Studioz. Can kinda see what I found going to one goodwill! One store is all it takes. lol

Thanks so much for the ask! I love talking about my hobbies and I hope this helps u too! ❤️❤️

Here is one flea market haul and there is that box I spent 2 dollars on to the right. lol I bought all of this in one place, one day at the local flea market. Ohio’s biggest flea market is like 30 mins away and it’s my FAVORITE place in the world. It’s opened all year around and it’s like a giant garage sale.

[intothevoid-afashionblog]

The Beginning

I have always loved fashion & it’s all I ever think about. I daydream about shoes or vintage RedLine Levis that just aren’t made like that anymore. Sometimes, I daydream about the dichotomy of the Hermès Birkin. That it comes with its own custom made raincoat but how Jane Birkin’s own Birkin overflowed with countless nicknacks, womanhood treasures & probably never once wore its chic raincoat. How walking in kitten heels reminds me of my first pair of heels, the plastic princess ones. Regardless of what it is, fashion is running through my mind 24/7. If someone lends an ear to me, I will talk it off with obscure fashion references or ponder about passers-by & where they might have gotten that coat. Is it vintage? Is it her grandfathers or her partners grandfathers? Is it from a curated thrift store somewhere on the westside & she overpaid for it? Even worse, could it be fast fashion? I know it sounds crazy but that is why I love fashion. Just like any form of art or self expression, there’s always a personal story attached to the piece. So, how did I get here?

My love for fashion comes from a culmination of events. I grew up in hair salons as my mother is a hairstylist & has been for the past 30 years. My mother has always worked hard which led to many days, nights & weekends spent in the salon.This was long before Ipads and we only had one gameboy growing up. A Gameboy Color that my older brother took ownership of the moment we got it. So, to keep myself busy at the salon, I would help with cleaning tasks, ripping foils, entertaining her clients or, on occasion, I would get my nails done. (I once got a pedicure & each of my toes were painted a different color of M & Ms) When those weren’t available to me or I got bored, I read magazines. Back in the late 90’s / early 2000’s, one of the ways you picked your hairstyle was out of these magazines. Either gossip, fashion or hairstylist magazines. The piles of magazines at the salon were high and ever evolving. I would get lost in these magazines, staring at the images & letting my mind wander. About the scenes, the vibe, the fashion, the makeup and of course, the hairstyles. All the glitz & glam. I was entranced by photography, specifically fashion photography. After the salon, we would head home where I would watch the show that sealed my fate forever. Lizzie McGuire. 

The Second Event: The Lizzie McGuire show had me in a chokehold. The costumes in that show brought fashion into my life. The one costume that changed me? Season 1, Episode 2. It’s picture day, Lizzie’s mom is making her wear a unicorn sweater while Lizzie’s BFF, Miranda, comes to school in THE outfit. An orange, sleeveless crew neck, and a zebra print midi skirt. Unfortunately, it’s what the school bully was also donned in. Something about this outfit stuck with me. It was the first time I connected with clothing and saw something that I would actually WANT to wear. I was 6 years old. Every episode from there on was magical. It was introducing trends and how to dress in a way that was unapologetic and authentic to me. Thank you to Costume Designers Monique Prudhomme & David C. Robinson for sparking this and creating a muse for my childhood. 

The Main Event: My mom’s closet. Well, it started in my mom’s handbags when I was just a toddler. Adored with a binky in my mouth, I would climb up to wherever my mom set her purse down. I would sit there for what felt like hours and just rummage around in there. I would pull out her lipstick, open it and probably rub it all over my face before returning it back to its home. Her compacts, cash, trinkets and Ricky Martin checkbook all had their time outside of the bag. Eventually, I would be caught red handed and be put back with my dolls to play with. Once I was fully mobile, probably 4 years old, my mom’s closet was next on my list. I would pull out everything. She kept her prom dress from the 80’s that I would waltz around in. With heels on and any accessories I could reach. Just pretending that I was in those photos from the magazines. My mom’s jewelry was phenomenal. She grew up in the 80’s and was a fashionista herself. She would tell me, “Everyday was a fashion show for me in high school. I had endless amounts of Guess Clothes & everything was Name Brand.” 80’s Guess aka a work of art. Perfectly captured the teenage youth of that time to tell us their story through fashion for the years to come. Everyday has been a fashion show for my mom, it didn’t end in her high school years. Anyways, back to her Jewelry. There I was, with all three of her jewelry boxes open, sitting on her closet floor, picking things out and hearing all the stories behind each piece. “Your dad bought me these earrings” or “ Your granny got me that for my birthday”. These memories are seared into my brain forever. These moments made me love fashion and see it in a new light. A light that connected with me and shined on me. A light that showed me the stories that pieces of fashion can tell. 

[pedrosfrownline]

As of yet untitled:

Pedro shall be referred to P as I find using his real name a bit too cringe. I haven’t found a character of his that I can relate this scenario to though!

Slow burn

Fluff/flirt

Set a few years in the future.

Reader is F mid 30s. There will be descriptions of her body and looks but nothing too specific or niche.

I have no access to a computer or tablet for formatting. This is just written off the cuff. Off my phone!

- I’m 15 years of rusty when it comes to writing! Be kind.

Let’s begin.

You’ve spent a long time getting yourself to this point. Endless trips up and down thrift shops isles. Teaching yourself to sew well enough to get by. Working for free for small publications. Paying for photographers and models to even wear your work. The constant networking at hipster fashion events. You are older than most of the people you’re pandering to. It’s humbling and sometimes you wonder why you bothered trying.

You’ve always been creative. Creative but shy. Unable to paint, or write. Acting makes you cringe and whilst music is a passion it’s something you consume. What has always inspired you is fashion. Bowie in sequins, Mercury in leather, Bolan in feathers. Stevie Nicks spinning around in lace and velvet. Siouxie Soux and her painted face. Prince reigning supreme in purple.

Whilst working dead end jobs you collect vintage pieces here and there. You wear a few, sell a few, and when word gets around you start to dress local bands. Your name gets thrown around a little on social media. While the world wakes up to fast fashion and its effect on climate change and even human rights, vintage style comes back in a big way. You aren’t the sort of person who predicts the big future trends, but you are the sort of person that can inject that bit of nostalgia into a photo shoot on a hip new artist whilst appealing to the feel good factor of reusing and recycling old materials.

While your following was getting larger, your bank balance was getting smaller. It was during this time your relationship fell apart. In part finances. In part your time away from home. Largely though the flame had fizzled. On two entirely different trajectories there were no words left to say to each other. While painful it wasn’t resentful. But it did push you on to get paid for your efforts.

It was while attending an event in a small London basement bar your arm was taken by a woman you recognise. She introduces herself as Jas Ryder. She has a small group of professional types around her, you assume her “team” her vibe is typical bright young thing. Tight dress, some sparkles, probably costs far more than it looks. You wonder why she’s talking to you.

“I’m nominated for a BAFTA”

You nod politely.

“I saw your work on Instagram last week, my friend shared it”

Ah. You’ve had this conversation a lot now. She’ll want a free outfit. She’ll wear it to the ceremony. She’ll forget to credit you literally anywhere and you’ll sit at home with your beans on toast wondering how you’ll pay your phone bill this month.

“Oh wow that’s great. Glad word is getting around.”

“I wondered if you’d like to style me for it.”

A suited gentleman next to her pipes up

“This is my card. Email me your rates of pay and your terms and we’ll take it from there”

You take his card and smile. Pleasantly surprised.

And from there things really took off. She actually won that night. And she won in a marvellous silk gown that had been created from various bits and pieces in deep jewel tones to create a subtle patchwork. She was a delight and shared your name in every photo. Your phone started to ring with more offers of work. Some even stateside.

One such call was to work as a stylist on a mini documentary series chronicling the successes of various actors across the Star Wars franchises. It was to be mixed media with online and print interviews and they needed clothing for both. You was invited to bring a small capsule wardrobe of key items and were encouraged to be creative. The payment for this job would be enough to live comfortably for a few months. And they offered to cover your entire travel and stay if successful.

You start to wonder who the actors might be. You’re ashamed to admit your knowledge of Star Wars really starts and ends with Harrison Ford. But, they got your name from somewhere. They know what your about.

You pick up your keys and take a trip to the storage unit you now rent for what is quickly becoming a museum of various items of fashion. A small table and sewing machine in the middle. Lace currently thrown over it, in a late night gin addled attempt to make a sexy bandage dress made out of lace doilies. You were utterly unsuccessful.

You know it’s for a man, so that discounts most of your work. You start at your suits. Varying levels of flamboyance. Immediately you are drawn to a plush burgundy velvet. No labels inside. Probably hand tailored in the late 70s. Only a small flare. Conservative. You grab a basic crisp white shirt, and your favourite of all the male shoes, a Cuban heel. Actors are usually shorter than you expect. It helps to give them a sneaky lift. You think about the brief. “Capsule” they want statement pieces that can be interchangeable and mixed and matched to make several outfits and comfy.

You have a lovely collection of Levi’s built up over a decade. A slim bootcut jean will work well with the cuban heels, you grab a black leather belt and look at some shirts. You’re thinking Americana. Star Wars has always been so American. Bowling shirt. Bingo. You have a lovely olive green silk shirt with gorgeous embroidery all over it. It’ll catch the camera light perfectly. It’ll also be a great interview outfit. Comfy. Looks good tight or loose. You then pick a lovely black floral shirt to match the original suit. You figure it shows who you are, referential, and assuming your actor isn’t too young, it’ll be classic. You can’t dress Mark Hamill in tech wear now can you?

You’re packed and good to go. Sewing kit, the suit dry cleaned and pristine. You’re fairly certain you look good. Flared jeans, white shirt with balloon sleeves, suede waistcoat pulling you in on the waist. Baker boy hat covering some roots that are well overdue. Cowboy boots. You had to. It’s your first time in America.

You’re met by a polite man in a Tesla. He’s charmed by your accent. You make small talk. You’re nervous. Before you know it you’re in the building. Being ushered into a small room. There’s a rail, a tiny fold out table, a steamer and a room divider making a makeshift dressing room of sorts. By that there’s a dresser and a full length mirror. You quickly unpack, accessories on the table. Shoes by the dresser chair. Suit, shirt, jeans placed on the rail. You quickly touch up your makeup after the phenomenally long journey and stifle a yawn as a tall, slim and impeccably dressed white haired man comes into the room. You make small talk with him about what you do, your environmental ethos, who you’ve dressed before, who you’d like to work with in the future. He takes photos of the outfits. He explains he shows the outfits to the actors and they’ll chose who they like the look of. You nod, smile and he’s gone.

You pace around a bit wondering how many other stylists were invited to this. How far in their career they might be. Do they have the keys to Dior collections? How many of them trawl eBay looking for bell bottoms?

The man returns, not alone this time.

“Hi, my name is Pedro, nice to meet you”

You hold out your hand. He’s a familiar face to you. A handsome face… A very handsome face.

You croak our your name in response, possibly the first time being Star struck in this job and before you can say anything else both men are walking to your station. They’re touching the suit. P laughs at the Cuban heels. Not in a mocking way, just in a sort of knowing way.

You breathe and steady yourself.

“What do you think?”

“Did you think I was short?”

I answer truthfully

“I didn’t know who I might be dressing. They might appreciate a lift. We all like a longer leg right?”

P motions to the dressing area. “May I?” You nod.

A small blush creeps over your nose. Of all the actors. It would be the man that was your hall pass for the best part of 15 years. You are very acquainted with his roles. Even the Star Wars one, though in your defence you didn’t really see him so you didn’t really pay too much attention. It hadn’t occurred to you it could have been him. It had been years. Truthfully you’d forgotten.

“Like a glove” he reappears in that wine suit. His hair a little more peppered with white, smile lines a little deeper. But still striking. You’re going to need to tailor the jacket slightly. It’s too tight in a few places though you won’t say so right now. You can tell in his body language white haired man agrees with you, but also remains silent.

You blush again at the thought of having to measure him and remain professional. You think to yourself you really would have rather been dressing Harrison Ford…

“You’ve got the job. We’ll get you set up at the apartment and the job starts Thursday at 3pm. It’ll be wrapped by the following Wednesday. As a goodwill gesture you get the apartment for an additional week to see the sights of this wonderful city. We’ll call when the keys are ready, grab a bagel or something”

P was already back in the corner getting dressed. Baggy white t shirt, green shirt over the top. Loose jeans and brown boots. You can’t imagine any of it being designer. Comfortably worn in. You hang back a little waiting to take the suit off him. You mentally prepare for it to be handed back in a crunched up bundle but it’s folded carefully. You put it on the table

“I um… may I take some measurements before you go? Or if you have someone that can send me accurate ones that’ll be fine… I Hmmm… I noticed the jacket was maybe a little tight across the shoulder, I can let it out slightly. Same on the waist of the trousers”

“Calling me chunky?”

“Gosh no, it’s just not made for you but I want you to be comfy and look your best.”

He laughs, obviously pulling my leg

“My assistant can send you my numbers”

You nod. Slightly deflated that you won’t need to measure him at all. He leaves. You pack up your stuff and wait for the call for keys.

You’re still good friends with your ex

“You’ll never guess who it is” you text him in the escalator

“Who?”

“*this is the way*”

“Get out of here! How did he smell?”

“I’ll find out for you”

[gemstarstarlight]

@chilikit I want you to imagine with me, briefly, a scenario that in specifics is unique, but in generalities have happened perhaps hundreds of times.

It is 2009, and Christmas is coming up. While a big deal for most people, for the family of a Worship Pastor in a Very Large evangelical church in an urban fashionable metropolis, Christmas is the Biggest Deal, possibly bigger than Easter (God help us Easter is only a few months away, and right by Daylight Savings Time too!).

Think Theater Production Big Deal: planning months in advance, trendy styles and fancy art experiments (one year we even had a piano covered in little glass pieces, so when the stage lights hit it at a specific moment, the piano would reflect the lights all over the room and be Super Glittery and Cool), and tech rehearsals upon tech rehearsals. Around Christmas we usually didn't see Dad except when he was on stage.

I am 10 years old, and worship my father, so even though it is getting close to my bedtime I am waiting for Dad to come home from tech rehearsal.

And Dad does open the front door--but he has a plastic bag in one hand and a sheepish expression on his face. He gives me a hug, but looks over my head and says to Mom, "Honey, I need to show you something."

They go into their room. A moment later, I hear Mom burst out laughing. My mother is not a particularly expressive woman, so I have already learned by now that if Mom finds something funny, then I have to find out what happened. So I go to their room and knock on the door. I find my dad in the middle of putting something back into the bag while my mom is sitting on the bed, shaking her head at him.

"What happened?" I ask.

Dad is not one to get embarrassed, but as he pulls the article of clothing out of the bag and my mom starts laughing again, I can understand why he was this time.

Apparently that day Dad had realized that, while he did have the required black overcoat, he did not have a green plaid Christmas-y shirt. This was a problem, as that was the dress code; tech and dress rehearsals were that week. Specifically, a mandatory dress rehearsal was scheduled that very evening.

One that my dad was leading and performing several songs in.

It wouldn't do to set a bad example.

So, right before the rehearsal, Dad went shopping for a green flannel. He happened to duck into a thrift shop: the kind of second hand shop that has astonishingly low prices, but no returns. As Dad was browsing through the men's jackets, he discovered a green and black flannel. It fit perfectly, was in good condition, and even was my dad's cool-yet-vintage style! Dad bought in on the spot, threw it on under his overcoat, and ran to tech rehearsal.

It wasn’t until he took off his overcoat during a break between runs that a kind friend of his noticed, pulled him aside, and pointed out the MASSIVE SKULL printed on the back of the flannel. It covered the entirety of his back, was a noxious shade of green reminiscent of witch's brew, and was smoking a cigarette.

"But how come you didn't notice?" I ask, baffled. Even at 10 years old, I should not have asked this question, because even then I had some idea of what I was capable of. But I was young and undiagnosed and had no idea what ADHD was, much less that it was genetic.

"I don't know. I just didn't." My dad shrugs. He is no longer at tech rehearsal, where he had to wear the overcoat at all times even when he wasn’t on stage, so he’s more amused than embarrassed now.

Mom puts her head in her hands. She full-named him, but for privacy's sake I will translate what she said as,

"Dearest husband, why are you like this?"

And what about it

[killerretro]

Embrace Timeless Style with Vintage Inspired Retro Hoodies

Why Vintage Inspired Retro Hoodies Stand Out

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Los Angeles, a city known for its vibrant fashion scene, has embraced the retro wave with open arms. Here, individuals express their creativity through bold and timeless pieces that reflect their personality. Retro hoodies, in particular, are the perfect go-to for laid-back outings, music festivals, or just casual everyday wear.

Retro Killer Clothing in Los Angeles: A Growing Trend

The fashion culture in Los Angeles thrives on diversity and individuality. Retro killer clothing in Los Angeles has become more than just a passing trend; it is a lifestyle embraced by locals and visitors alike. With its effortlessly cool vibe, retro-inspired fashion allows people to stand out while celebrating the styles of previous decades.

Los Angeles is a hub for vintage clothing stores, streetwear boutiques, and fashion enthusiasts who are constantly redefining retro trends. Here, it’s common to see individuals rocking hoodies with bold graphics, nostalgic logos, and vibrant colors that pay tribute to classic fashion eras. Whether you're strolling down Melrose Avenue or exploring Downtown LA's art district, retro killer clothing in Los Angeles is impossible to ignore.

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One of the best things about vintage inspired retro hoodies is their versatility. They can be paired with a variety of outfits to create a look that is both stylish and comfortable. For a relaxed streetwear vibe, pair your hoodie with ripped jeans and high-top sneakers. If you're aiming for a more polished yet casual look, try layering the hoodie with a denim or leather jacket.

Retro hoodies also work well with skirts, shorts, or wide-leg trousers, making them a go-to for both men and women. The key is to let the hoodie be the focal point of your outfit while keeping the rest of your ensemble minimal. Los Angeles fashion lovers have perfected the art of mixing retro and modern styles, effortlessly blending old-school charm with contemporary trends.

Finding the Perfect Retro Hoodie

With the growing popularity of retro killer clothing in Los Angeles, finding the perfect vintage-inspired hoodie has never been easier. Thrift stores, local markets, and specialty shops offer a wide variety of styles that cater to different tastes. Look for hoodies with bold patterns, faded prints, or distressed details to truly capture the retro aesthetic.

Los Angeles also hosts a range of vintage fairs and pop-up shops where fashion enthusiasts can discover one-of-a-kind retro pieces. Shopping for these unique hoodies not only helps you stand out but also promotes sustainable fashion, as many vintage items are recycled or upcycled.

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Fashion trends come and go, butvintage inspired retro hoodies remain timeless. Their ability to capture the nostalgia of past decades while still being relevant today makes them a must-have for anyone looking to elevate their wardrobe. In Los Angeles, where creativity and self-expression take center stage, retro hoodies continue to be a symbol of individuality and effortless style.

Whether you're exploring the city's vibrant streets, hanging out with friends, or attending a casual event, these hoodies provide comfort and a unique aesthetic that can't be replicated. Retro killer clothing in Los Angeles serves as a reminder that fashion is not just about following trends; it's about celebrating timeless designs that tell a story.

[nicholejaderockabillyboutique]

Why Vintage Shoes Australia Are Trending Among Fashion Enthusiasts Now?

 Have you ever found yourself admiring the charm of the past, wishing you could step back into an era when fashion had an unmistakable flair? You’re not alone! Today, more and more fashion enthusiasts are embracing vintage shoes in Australia as a way to celebrate timeless style and stand out in a world of fast fashion. From��pin up shoes reminiscent of classic Hollywood glam to vibrant yellow heels that radiate retro energy, vintage footwear is making a bold comeback. But what’s behind this trend? Let’s dive in to explore why these timeless treasures are captivating hearts across the country.

A Nod to 50’s Fashion Australia: Why We Love the Classics

The allure of vintage shoes is deeply rooted in nostalgia. For many, they represent a time when every stitch, buckle, and bow was designed with care. 50’s fashion in Australia was all about elegance, individuality, and charm, and vintage shoes capture this essence perfectly. Whether it’s the playful spirit of rockabilly shoes or the polished sophistication of a sleek kitten heel, vintage footwear transports wearers to an era defined by artistic expression and unique style.

What makes these styles so special today is their ability to seamlessly blend past and present. Pair a pair of pin up shoes with a modern outfit, and you have a look that’s chic, bold, and completely one-of-a-kind. It’s this mix of nostalgia and innovation that makes vintage shoes irresistible.

Rockabilly Style: More Than Just a Trend

Rockabilly style has long been a favorite for those who crave something edgy yet elegant. Originating from the 1950s, this subculture combined rock ’n’ roll with bold fashion choices, including high-waisted dresses, polka dots, and, of course, stunning footwear. Rockabilly shoes, with their unique designs and eye-catching patterns, remain an essential part of this aesthetic.

In Australia, rockabilly fashion has seen a resurgence as people look for ways to express themselves beyond mainstream trends. A pair of vintage rockabilly shoes can instantly elevate an outfit, whether it’s for a themed event or everyday wear. Think about strutting down the street in glossy red pumps or retro-inspired yellow heels��— a statement that screams confidence and individuality!

Retro Shoes Australia: The Rise of Sustainable Fashion

Another reason why retro shoes in Australia are trending is the growing demand for sustainable and ethical fashion. Vintage footwear, whether sourced from specialty stores or thrift shops, offers an eco-friendly alternative to mass-produced items. By choosing vintage, fashion enthusiasts can enjoy high-quality pieces that not only look fabulous but also reduce their environmental footprint.

Many vintage shoes are handcrafted, featuring impeccable detailing that’s hard to find in today’s fast-fashion landscape. This commitment to craftsmanship is part of what makes vintage shoes Australia so appealing. They’re not just accessories; they’re works of art with stories to tell.

Why Yellow Heels Are the New Must-Have

When you think of vintage footwear, yellow heels might not be the first thing that comes to mind — but they’re quickly becoming a favorite among retro lovers. Bright, sunny, and full of personality, yellow heels add a pop of color to any outfit. Whether styled with a flared skirt or cropped jeans, they embody the playful spirit of the 1950s.

In Australia, where sunny weather and vibrant fashion go hand in hand, yellow heels have found their place in the wardrobes of those who aren’t afraid to take risks. They’re bold, they’re beautiful, and they’re undeniably vintage-inspired.

Pin Up Shoes: A Touch of Glamour

For those who love a touch of old-school Hollywood glamour, pin up shoes are a dream come true. These shoes often feature details like peep toes, ankle straps, and bows, exuding feminine elegance and charm. Paired with a pencil skirt or a vintage swing dress, they’re the ultimate accessory for channeling the golden age of fashion.

In Australia, pin up shoes have become a staple for anyone who appreciates the artistry of vintage design. They’re perfect for special occasions, themed parties, or even as an everyday statement piece. With their undeniable charm and versatility, it’s no wonder they’re trending among fashion enthusiasts.

How to Style Vintage Shoes

One of the best things about vintage shoes is their versatility. They can be styled in countless ways to suit any occasion. For a casual daytime look, pair rockabilly shoes with high-waisted jeans and a fitted blouse. Heading to a party? Slip into some pin up shoes and a classic swing dress to turn heads.

For a more modern twist, don’t shy away from mixing vintage footwear with contemporary pieces. For instance, yellow heels can brighten up a neutral outfit, while retro loafers add character to a minimalist ensemble. The possibilities are endless, and that’s part of the fun!

Final Thoughts

The rise of vintage shoes in Australia is more than just a fashion statement; it’s a celebration of individuality, sustainability, and timeless style. From the playful charm of rockabilly shoes to the glamour of pin up shoes, these retro treasures offer something for everyone. Whether you’re drawn to the nostalgia of 50’s fashion Australia or the boldness of yellow heels, there’s no denying the impact of vintage footwear on today’s fashion landscape.

So, why not step into the past to make a statement in the present? Embrace the trend and find a pair of vintage shoes that speaks to your personal style. After all, true fashion is all about self-expression and there’s no better way to do that than with a touch of timeless charm.

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Kitt Andrews, 28 years old, is the middle child of a talented and well-known family in the entertainment industry. He was born into a family that has always had its hands in show business—his father, Mark Winslow, 58, is a renowned music producer, while his mother, Julia Andrews, 56, is a former fashion designer. Kitt has an older brother, Graham Winslow, 31, who is a rising Hollywood heartthrob. Graham is seemingly everywhere, popping up in one blockbuster after another, and is known for his good looks, charm, and undeniable talent. On the other hand, Kitt's younger sister, Lily Winslow, 23, is a model who exudes a “girl next door” vibe rather than high-fashion glamour. While her looks may be considered more approachable and basic, her parents' influence has certainly helped her out in the modeling industry. Despite her social awkwardness in person, Lily is a natural on her YouTube channel, where her soft-spoken yet engaging personality shines.

Kitt is a solo artist, a singer with a sound that blends rock, pop, and soul. His music combines upbeat rhythms with raw, emotional lyricism, offering something both retro and modern at the same time. His voice carries a balance of smoothness and grit, drawing from classic rock influences but adding a fresh twist with thoughtful, heartfelt lyrics. He was part of a high school band that managed to gain some traction, even going on a small U.S. tour, but the band eventually broke up as each member pursued their own musical aspirations. Kitt has been steadily building his solo career ever since, determined to create a name for himself without relying on his father’s influence. That’s why he uses his mother’s maiden name for his music career to distinguish himself from the Winslow family name.

Despite the comparisons to his brother, Kitt doesn’t carry the same pretension or arrogance that sometimes accompanies fame. He’s sweet, laid-back, and easygoing, always grounded in his love for music. However, when it comes to his craft, Kitt is incredibly serious and dedicated. He spends hours in the studio writing, recording, and experimenting with new sounds to perfect his music.

Outside of his music, Kitt enjoys staying active. He’s a keen surfer and likes skateboarding when he can. He also loves photography and brings his camera with him on tour or when he’s exploring new places. Traveling is a big part of his life, especially as he connects with fans and experiences different cultures. Kitt has a deep love for vintage fashion and often shops at thrift stores, piecing together unique outfits that reflect his retro yet modern aesthetic. When he’s not on the road or in the studio, Kitt can be found hanging out with friends or enjoying a quiet night in with his family, particularly his sister Lily, whom he’s especially close to.

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"Experts in second-hand shopping share their top tips for finding the best bargains."

Over the past few years, second-hand shopping has become more accessible, fashionable, and essential. Vintage fashion and thrifting have become a staple for many Gen Z individuals for several reasons, including sustainability, affordability, and uniqueness. According to a recent survey by ShipStation, over a third of shoppers now choose to buy pre-owned items over new ones each month. Amy Bannerman, a pioneer of pre-loved fashion and the mind behind Love Island’s eBay wardrobe, questions why people don't shop second-hand more often, highlighting the affordability and individual style that can be achieved through second-hand shopping. Bannerman, who has styled celebrities like Dua Lipa and Sophie Turner, believes that fashion doesn't need to be new to be exciting. Top thrifting experts provide tips on why and how to shop second-hand in September. Why shop second-hand? It’s no secret that the quality of high-street clothes has declined in recent years. The rise of fast fashion has meant garments are commissioned to be made quicker, cheaper, and in higher quantities. This, roughly translated, means dresses are no longer lined, jumpers have too short sleeves and loose threads are commonplace. These aspects have arisen from the ‘quantity over quality’ mantra repeated in the fashion industry over recent years. Furthermore, fast-fashion garments are no longer as affordable as when they first appeared on the shelves: an unlined blouse from Zara costs $59. Where to start View this post on Instagram A post shared by Besma | Curiously Conscious (@besmacc) According to sustainable fashion influencer Besma Whayeb, figuring out your style and what makes you feel confident is key to successful second-hand shopping. Once you've done this, you can refine your searches on second-hand websites with specific keywords. Second-hand shopping isn’t just about buying. Becky Chorlton, who goes by @BeckysBazaar online, earns around 3,000 a month from live-streaming the sale of her old clothes. Expert Quick Tips Measurements Second-hand shopping requires knowing your measurements, as sizes can vary depending on the decade and location of the clothing. This allows you to play around with the fit of clothing items, accessorizing and altering. Hacking high end Second-hand shopping also applies to high fashion. This year, New York and London Fashion Week will feature eBay’s first-ever pre-loved show, curated by Amy Bannerman, and archival pieces from designers like Vivienne Westwood and Molly Goddard. Rinse and repeat Revisiting your charity shop at the start of the season means there will be more turnover as people do their seasonal clear-outs (Alamy/PA) According to Lucy Norris, regular visits to your local charity shop increase your chances of finding something special, as the inventory changes frequently. Alerts and alarms Setting alerts on large platforms like Vinted or finding second-hand sources for specific brands can save you time by avoiding searching through unwanted items. Fabrics Whayeb always avoids synthetic fibers. “You can tell if an item is low quality by looking at how it’s made, how it was sewn, and by checking the care label,” she says, “even when I’m shopping second-hand, I want the garment to last at least 30 wears and washes.” Checking your items aren’t made up of plastic will ensure their longevity (James North/PA) Out of fashion Bannerman’s chief rule to hacking the best vintage finds is to shop out of season. “Every time winter comes back, people look for that same trending coat. Not only will it mean your chances of winning that item are lower, but it will also mean the price will be inflated. “My advice is to beat the crowds by shopping out of season, so search for that coat you’ve always wanted when it’s hot outside or look for that floaty summer dress on a cold winter’s day.” Nail the bid There’s more to bidding than giving your highest figure. “I recommend bidding a more unexpected and uneven figure than others might and bidding just before the auction ends,” says Bannerman. “For example, if you put $52.86 and someone else has bid $50 (most people do even numbers), you are more likely to win. “ Read the full article

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How to Start an Online Thrift Store? Trends, Key Players, and More

What is a Thrift Store?

Thrift stores, also known as second-hand stores or resale shops, sell gently used goods at a discount. These include clothing, accessories, furniture, books, electronics, and more.

Here are the key characteristics of thrift stores:

Secondhand Goods: A vast range of pre-owned goods, such as apparel, furniture, books, household goods, electronics, and more, are available at thrift stores.

Discounted Prices: The affordability of thrift stores is one of their main draws. They are a cost-effective shopping option because you can score amazing deals on high-quality products.

Supporting a Cause: Charitable organizations run many thrift stores. Proceeds from donated goods support social services, community development, and environmental initiatives.

Do You Know What a $1 Online Thrift Store Signifies?

An online thrift store that costs just $1 is precisely what it sounds like: a selection of used goods with almost everything priced at a mere $1. This innovative idea delivers the excitement and affordability of traditional thrifting right to your door.

It is crucial to remember that even though the price is extremely low, the quality remains high. Online thrift stores for just $1 handpick a wide range of gently used goods so you can discover gems among the deals. So, whether you're searching for a bold new look for your home, a fun shopping trip, or a statement piece, a $1 online thrift store provides an unmatched, thrilling, and reasonably priced experience.

Why Is It Worth It To Open An Online Thrift Store?

I'm going to reveal why it's a great idea, so fasten your seatbelts!

Almost 3 million users downloaded the Vinted online shopping app as late as April 2023 worldwide.

The US thrift store market has expanded by 4.7% annually over the past five years.  

Profit Potential: Let's get right to the point: all of us are here to make a ton of money, right? An internet thrift store, however, is a huge money maker. With little overhead expenses and large profit margins on previously owned goods, there is enormous revenue potential. It's like winning the lottery without having to exert much effort.

Market Demand: The thing about thrift shopping is that it's a movement rather than just a fad. A growing number of customers are choosing eco-friendly and reasonably priced alternatives to traditional retail. By taking advantage of this expanding market demand, you're setting yourself up for success right away.

Scalability: Among the greatest aspects of managing an internet-based secondhand shop? In terms of scalability, the possibilities are endless. Without being restricted to a physical location, you can grow your business rapidly and increase your reach by utilizing the power of digital marketing and e-commerce platforms.

Diverse Inventory: Bid farewell to maintaining a constant inventory of the same old products. Your inventory can be as varied as it gets when you have an online thrift store. You can keep your customers coming back for more by offering them something fresh and exciting every time, from home décor to fashion and accessories.

Community Connection: Our final topic is community building. Meeting other eco-conscious and stylish people is the real purpose of thrift shopping. Create a brand community to sell products and build lifelong relationships.

Feel-Good Factor:Not to be overlooked is the feel-good component. Knowing that you're not just operating a profitable company but also having a positive impact on the world is immensely fulfilling. My friend, it's a win-win situation!

How to Get Started with an Online Thrift Store?

Find Your Niche

Find out what makes your thrift store unique. Is your focus vintage fashion, home décor, collectibles, or rare vinyl records? Think era-specific clothing, designer handbags, rare books, and unique homeware. This focused approach leads to a targeted audience and expertise in your field. Finding your niche will distinguish you in a crowded market.

Current Trends in Online Thrift Store Purchases

Sustainable Fashion: Sustainable fashion is becoming more and more important as people become more conscious of environmental issues. Online thrift stores are quickly becoming the preferred option for environmentally conscious consumers who want to embrace vintage clothing and lessen their carbon footprint.

Vintage Revival: Everything that was once old is now new! The retro trend is gaining significant traction, with internet thrift stores spearheading this revival. Vintage clothing, from '90s streetwear to '70s boho chic, gives any outfit a nostalgic and unique touch.

Upcycled and DIY: Prepare to get artistic! Upcycling and do-it-yourself fashion is becoming more and more popular as frugal consumers give worn-out clothing a new lease on life with imaginative additions and alterations. Online thrift stores are a veritable gold mine of ideas for do-it-yourself projects.

Minimalist Wardrobe Staples: It's all about quality over quantity here. Classic denim, white t-shirts, and classic blazers are examples of minimalist wardrobe staples that are in high demand because they add longevity and versatility to any closet.

Retro Home Décor: Retro styling is also making an appearance in home décor! Internet thrift shops are a treasure trove of unusual vintage finds that can liven up any living area, from mid-century modern furniture to quirky trinkets.

Thrifted Luxury: Who says that high-end goods have to be expensive? Luxury goods that have been thrifted are becoming more and more popular among frugal consumers who want to get designer products for a much lower price. Fine jewelry and designer handbags are among the pre-owned luxury items available in online thrift stores' carefully chosen inventory.

Important Players in Online Thrift Stores

These are the top 5 instances of well-known internet thrift shops that serve a range of demographics and fashion tastes:

Poshmark: a social media marketplace that specializes in designer and luxury brands; especially well-liked by those who love fashion and are looking for rare and expensive goods.

Beyond the social aspect, Poshmark is known for:

Luxury Authentication:An essential component for purchasers who want assurance regarding the genuineness of designer goods.

Price Negotiation: An exciting and dynamic component that gives online shopping a hint of the classic "haggling" experience.

Etsy: Etsy has a booming vintage clothing market in addition to handcrafted goods, making it ideal for people looking for one-of-a-kind items with distinctive designs.

This is where you'll find:

A Diverse Range of Vintage Styles: There is something for every vintage enthusiast, ranging from particular eras like the disco scene of the 1970s to subcultures like punk rock.

Handmade Clothing and Accessories: Find one-of-a-kind items made by independent artists to give your wardrobe a distinctive look and a personal touch.

Targeted Search: Use Etsy's robust search features to locate particular vintage styles or keywords to make sure you locate the treasures you're looking for.

eBay:  Global behemoth eBay serves a variety of markets and specialized interests with its extensive assortment of used goods, which includes apparel, furniture, electronics, and collectibles.

This is what defines eBay:

Vast Product Selection: The options are practically endless, ranging from apparel and furnishings to electronics and rare collectibles.

Auction System: Feel the excitement of placing a calculated bid and possibly winning amazing discounts on rare finds.

Advanced Search and Filtering: You can locate precisely what you're looking for among the large inventory by using eBay's extensive filters and search functions to effectively narrow down your search.

ThredUp: An industry leader with an extensive assortment of apparel and accessories for men, women, and kids; renowned for its well-thought-out assortment and easy-to-use interface.

Here's what sets ThredUp apart:

Goody Boxes: Discover pre-styled clothing options that are delivered right to your door, providing a streamlined and personalized shopping experience.

Simplified Consignment: Using ThredUp's seller tools, it's simple to sell your gently used goods, clearing out your closet and possibly earning a little cash.

Transparent Pricing: Make educated purchasing decisions by being aware of ThredUp's pricing structure and any potential discounts.

Depop: Depop, a beloved brand among Generation Z, provides a fashionable and varied assortment of apparel, accessories, and shoes, frequently emphasizing streetwear and vintage looks.

Here's what makes Depop unique:

Streetwear and Vintage Fusion: Explore a wide range of apparel, accessories, and shoes that frequently combine vintage finds with streetwear trends.

Creative Community: Users can curate their own virtual shops and showcase their individual style in the lively and expressive community that Depop cultivates.

Hashtag Savvy: Make use of Depop's robust hashtag system and browse the page to find hidden treasures and meet like-minded people.

Narola Infotech Can Help You Establish An Online Thrift Store The Correct Way

We won't keep you any longer, so go ahead and tackle the first step, which is to seek the assistance of a professional in order to get your journey with an online thrift store off the ground. You can rely on us to provide you with everything you require, from knowledgeable guidance to professional recommendations. Let's work together to turn your fantasies about thrift stores into a reality!

Read more : How to Start a Successful Online Thrift Store in USA

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2023 in Review 3: the Katie Krew

The Katie Krew did not start out to be a krew.

When I first started thinking about getting back into dolls, I happened on a discussion of Creata's "clones" from the 1980s. Like a lot of fashion doll lines of the late 20th century, it's unclear how much the dolls were actual clones and how much they were simply fashion dolls doing their own thing. The rock 'n' roll Creata line, for instance, was probably a clone for Hasbro's Jem & the Holograms. But the Creata Flower Fairies? Much less clear.

Really unclear on its clone origins is the 6-1/4" doll at front left, with dark curled hair, wearing her karate practice outfit over a red striped top. That's Creata's "Today's Girls" Hillary. "Today's Girls" debuted several years before Stacie was a twinkle in Mattel's eye, but long after Todd and Tutti. There's really no Mattel niche that these dolls match! They were definitely also used as little sisters for the Flower Fairies, but mine was sold as a little equestrian (foreshadowing Kid Kore's horse riders).

My first Kid Kore Katie happened because I was researching Native American clone dolls (there were a lot in the 1990s). I bookmarked on eBay a cute and cheap brown-skinned doll with dark braids -- the doll now sitting in the front row wearing checked shorts and a blue and pink jersey, waiting for her hair to be rebraided. That's a Dancing Brook, the "little sister" of the Heartland families. She is now officially called Brooke.

Then it was a no-brainer to get a Rosa Lee, the Romani Katie. She's the curly haired brown girl behind Hillary, wearing a flowered dress.

The golden-blonde Katie, now named Isabelle, came as a lot with my Black(ish) 2002 Jodi, along with the brunette Katie that was shorn and flocked in titian to become Ben. Isabelle is at middle right, wearing an aqua gingham cowgirl outfit with gold trim. Ben is perched above her in khakis and a red and aqua sweater. (Katie originally had a brown-haired dude pal (Todd clone) named Kyle, who was also dressed in western wear as Pistol Pete. Kyle is hard to find, and it was more fun to make my own younger brother for my redheaded Kelsey.

Bette Mae, the brown gal with lots of straight black hair, wearing the pink striped shirt at middle left, is my second Dancing Brook. She's named for one of the leaders of the Seminoles in Florida, as I decided to have the two Dancing Brooks come from different tribes. She arrived with a large lot of vintage Katie clothes, which is why everyone here except Hillary has shoes!

Katies are absolutely, positively a direct competitor with Mattel's Stacie. They appear in a sister pack in 1992. However, Katie has a slightly younger sister, Carla, who was being sold as "Girls Club" before Stacie launched. Carla had a Katie head mold on what sure looks in photos like a Creata 6.25" body like Hillary.

The Katie Krew proved so compelling that I got rid of my 1990s Stacie and Whitney dolls, who'd once been major thrift finds (but Stacie had worn the same outfit for 10 years, so my enthusiasm wasn't as high as I thought). I'm still a little on the fence about Bette Mae, but every time I put her next to Brooke, I notice subtle differences in their face-up and decide she's uniquely adorable.

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The cycle of trends that is fashion.

“Trends change but style is forever.” I cant remember who said that quote but the notion behind it states that in the fashion industry trends may come and go but the sense of style and substance one builds can be forever lasting. From my recent observation I am starting to think that trends may also be forever and I’ll tell you why. 

Being a kid of the 90s growing up in the south of India there were only a couple of channels that gave me access to what the style or trend of the era was, VH1 and ESPN. Being the son of a fashion designer I have always paid attention to what my favorite athletes and musicians wore and like any fan that tries to emulate the style followed the same trends and tried to wear the same. So I grew up wearing baggy clothes and oversized shirts and t shirts. I continued to follow this style or trend of fashion till the change happened in the late 2000s early 2010 when people started to wear more streamlined and tailored clothes. This was the beginning of the skinny jeans era, an era that would cause issues for all of those who were on the plus size side of things. This can be seen by what the biggest artists and athletes of the time was wearing. Kanye was wearing tight skinny jeans, Haiderrakumen tops and Chelsea boots, Cristiano Ronaldo was always seen on clothes that made it look like he had a hard time breathing. The truth is however uncomfortable it may have seem this was the turn that fashion was taking and everyone followed suit. The late from the late 200s to the early 2010s the world was consumed by the trend of skinny clothing and people irrespective of size and shape conformed to it. This however did not concern the High fashion trends as they did the own thing and was always out side of this loop. 

Personally I do not know what pushed the trend back into baggy and loose fits, maybe it was the acceptance of the body positivity movement or celebrities who put on weight who were considered fashion icons just wanted to do a better job of hiding the “flaws” in their celebrity defined physique or it could have been started from the acceptance of vintage and thrifted clothing as a trend and how these clothes were reflective of the styles of that era. The fact of the matter is that the current trend has people dressing in lose and baggier fits and has the new generation hating on skinny clothes, which prompts the fashionable crowd to throw out or waste these clothes in the attempt of staying on trend. 

My advice is that people should save these pieces of clothing and wait for the cycle to make a complete rotation and make the skinny and more tailored fit more popular again. So do not add on to the pollution that the fashion industry makes and try to be more sustainable in your strife to be more fashionable. 

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Cesar choked a bit at Gabriel’s comment, reaching for the room temperature glass of water to wash down the food a bit. It wasn’t just his friend’s awesome comedic timing that made him laugh, but the slight embarrassment from hearing the thoughts of the women in the booth behind them who could understand what was said for the most part. As one of the women made faces at her friend, hoping the other could read her expressions, her thoughts were hilariously wondering if this rash came from Gabirel’s mother. It was both cringe-worthy and funny, as well as enough to make Cesar steer away from talking about anyone’s mother anymore.

“Hey, I like my blazer. I got it from a thrift store. It’s vintage.” He smirked. Fashion wasn’t his strong suit, but Cesar also didn’t care much for style when his focus was more on music and keeping a roof over his head. “Didn’t they cut home ec, too? Man, I wouldn’t be able to do jack shit if it weren’t for Mrs. Perkins back in my day. I feel like a boomer but at least back then they taught you shop and the useful math so you could help yourself a little. You think anyone who isn’t going to work for NASA one day has any use for that.. Protagreum theory?” He scoffed. It wasn’t just because he was strongly allergic to math and anything that wasn’t basic or common knowledge that had Cesar complaining, although it helped. Cesar would, if given the chance, go on an hours long rant about why capitalism and corporations were ruining the world and killing creativity. He also was just bitter that the world was so focused on numbers and money and not the harmony it should have been. But he decided to spare his friend with the abridged version. “ It’s the one percent, man… When you let a group of people decide who gets to have what it’s like the fucking Oscars for living. If people went to live shows more and looked at paintings, all those big wigs who own record labels and make millions off of Taylor Swift concerts would be broke, and they can’t have that…” Cesar scoffed bitterly.

With a sigh, Cesar picked up his fork and tried to stab a piece of bacon, which only resulted in it snapping in half, the meat overcooked and brittle. Picking it up with his fingers instead, Cesar shrugged in a nonchalant manner. “Here and there. Enough to keep the lights on.” He shrugged vaguely. He didn't want to alarm his friend who was already paying for his meal, nor did he want to admit that his music wasn’t really appealing to people enough to hire him. “ But you know how it is; Summer’s around the corner and this place’ll be flooded with tourists and people will need any live entertainment they can get so I won't have a problem. A couple good jobs will hold me over till the next thing comes along. Might go on tour again, who knows.” He smirked. “What, uh… What about you? What are you gonna be doing when school let’s out for the summer?”

“Hey my mother is doing charity work spending time with you.” Gabriel laughed, swallowing a piece of toast before it lodged itself between the eggs he was about to scarf down next. He plowed through his food heartily, not shy to eat his food as the more he ate, the more delicious it became. A symptom of an empty stomach, a fault of his own. “Yeah I also don’t think gym teachers wear fucking blazers.” Gabriel said through a bacon and ham filled cheek, taking a swig of his sweetened coffee.

Gabriel rolled his eyes over his cup, then swallowed. “Dile ella que consiga que ungüento para your rash.” He said, emphasizing the words that others might miss in their language, waving his fork over his general lower area with a smug grin. He shoveled some more food in, listening to the plight of his friend who had been dealt the hand of misfortune as of late.

“No I hear you man, it’s everywhere not just you.” He leaned forward into the conversation where he had been leaning back, both hands clutched at the coffee mug. “They cut the art and music first, then everything else. They don’t want kids to be creative because it’s just not profitable for them to learn anything other than fucking…I don’t know shit that they probably won’t need to know in ten years.” He sighed, looking out the same window his friend had found some interest in, but finding none of his own. “Have you been doing any gigs lately, or just writing at home?”