This post is really just an excuse to put up some photos with nice colour, pattern and composition – taken at the flea markets in Brooklyn and Manhattan today. Also – to share some of the strange things that you can buy at the Brooklyn market – I was both fascinated at the stuff you could buy and horrified at the prices people are clearly prepared to pay for, let’s be honest, old crap.
A few months ago I bought this old globe from Remedy at 70 Juta. I had been searching for one for a long time but couldn’t ever find one that I liked. In typical fashion, since I have bout this one I’ve come across several that I would like to own…
The globe doesn’t actually have a year on it anywhere – the guys at Remedy thought it was from the 60s but I could see just by looking at Africa that it had to be older than that. So on Tuesday night I sat googling the years during which the names of several countries on the globe had changed, to try and figure it out. I learnt that Bangladesh was once East Pakistan (didn’t know this) and that Benin was once Dahomey (didn’t know this either despite learning about African decolonization). Eventually we figured out that it was from around 1970/1 – because during the course of 1971 Republic of Congo became Zaire which it stayed until 1997. It was a really fun exercise – Ina super duper nerdy sort of way, which is right up my alley.
I can see myself buying random dateless old globes just so I can play this again…
On Saturday I decided I needed to take a break from the usual bird necklace that I wear around my neck, and while I was trying to decide what to put on, the vintage silver locket I bought a few years ago caught my eye. It was really dirty from hanging on my wall for a few months so I used a trick my mom taught me of cleaning silver with toothpaste and an old toothbrush – worked like a charm.
It is undoubtedly one of my favorite pieces of jewelry because it carries a history. Very sadly I don’t know any of it – I just picked it up at a small vintage store in Melvill. Other than the beauty and attention to detail the reason why I love vintage jewelry so much is because there are no family heirlooms in my family, no pretty shiny trinkets that have been passed down from generation to generation.
But having said that, I was lucky enough to receive a ring and a pendant (the little silver teapot) from my grandmother a few years back – the ring was bought for her by my dad when he visited Russia as a young man. They are completely worthless in monetary value, but they are incredibly important to me because one day I will be able to pass them down to my daughters or granddaughters, together with the other pieces I own.
These are photos of some of the vintage pieces that I have picked up over the years. The rectangular ring with the pinkish stone is the one from my gran. The oval ring with the purple stone I bought at a vintage store in Japan in 2007 – I love it because it reminds me of a fabrage egg. The flower brooch I bought in Cape Town at the market in Longmarket street.