If you know me, you know I love vintage. Well, almost any kind of vintage.
Especially if it's well made, colorful and has a patina.
I'm always surprised at the wealth of goodies that L.A. harbors, considering that it is a relatively
young town, in the historical scheme of America.....and so far from so many other places in America
where all of these things might have been carted, shipped, shlepped from.
I have to remind myself that L.A. is the site of one of the biggest ports in America.
That it is a place people come to to reinvent themselves - maybe more so than the rest of the U.S.
And that the movie industry is a voracious borrower and purveyor of material culture.
Hence cast offs, re-coups, collecteds, cadged......Treasures, and treasures......
Of every sort.
I don't need to own them. I don't want to DUST THEM!
But the hunt, the hunt...the multiples and the patterns...the history. It speaks to me.
the MART COLLECTIVE Venice
A magpie paradise