The yard sale thrown by eternal bastions of hip Ana, Tita, Brian Lichtenberg and Mariko on Sunday was probably the greatest yard sale in the history of ever. All of the hosts are beyond fashion-forward, so instead of weeding through XXL tent dresses and old Express jeans to find one sort-of-OK blouse, it was more like trying to decide between last-season Sigerson Morrison shoes for $10 or Michael Kors shoes for $10. I was in a major fashion-scouting mood; it was the perfect day to frolic in piles of designer clothes with fashion junkies.
the lovely Tita and Ana overseeing the sale and the champagne
fashionable feet (left: Mariko. right: girl who got the Michael Kors)
the last scraps of Mariko's pile. she has stacks of clothes from her years at Marc Jacobs, and you could see every season represented. I made out like a BANDIT since, lucky me, she has my same crazy-long-limb disease. new J Brand black skinnies, old faded Sevens, vintage cocoa-colored Wranglers, and a never-worn silk MJ bomber jacket. lovvvve. wore it for the rest of the day. and also today. so sad that I don't wear the same shoe size (see multiple MJ's above).
Brian, other guy with Brian, Elliott (the original rescuer of our cat when he was a tragic tiny kitten abandoned under Elliott's porch, and also a very dapper person.)
leftovers from Brian Lichtenberg's pile. extra neon fur, a green visor, Dior dustbag, PALM PILOT. sure, why not? [I snagged some great hand-printed fabric of his to hang as a closet curtain.]
this carefully outfitted guy inspecting the particleboard struck me as very funny.
I had to tell myself not get this old Singer. so preeeetty & industrial.
somehow wearing a 70s bikini top seemed logical that morning.
driving back past silverlake reservoir.
1 comments:
I wish there were amazing yard sales like this on the east coast. Unfortunately most people in NYC don't have porches much less yards.
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