purikura happiness

An impromptu Japantown adventure the other day turned into, naturally, a purikura marathon! Isla and Annalise were my photo booth partners in crime and I made sure to subject them to the full Pika Pika experience, complete with singing along to all the J-pop songs that play loudly in each booth, putting bows on everything, and working up quite a sweat. I think we were all ready for a nap afterwards. This is serious stuff, guys.

a dress with a past

Photos by Joshua Cobos

dress  1940's vintage

necklace  the vamoose

purse  vintage from adore vintage

boots  vintage

I found this amazing 1940's dress at one of my favorite antique stores in Petaluma (a small town near where I grew up). I was admiring the lovely shape and color of it when I noticed a small photograph attached to the tag of a smiling lady wearing the very same dress (and some rather awesome glasses). On the back was written "11-6-1966." I tried the dress on and it fit wonderfully, but the best part was knowing that I was also getting this little bit of history. I love that the previous owner was still wearing this frock years after she bought it. I wish every piece of vintage I found came with a photograph (or a whole scrapbook!) of whoever loved it before.

The previous owner. I wonder where she was going that day, if she wore the dress a lot, if perhaps it was her favorite...

sweetheart

Photos by Isla!

blouse  vintage

dress  vintage

hat  vintage from bohemian bisoux

purse  vintage

shoes  vintage ferragamo

Oh magical heart purse, how did I ever live without you? 

pretty snappy

Photos by Isla!

jacket  vintage, flea market

blouse  vintage, thrifted

skirt  vintage, thrifted

belt  vintage, thrifted

bag  vintage, thrifted

knee socks  b.ella from dema

shoes  vintage ferragamo

Yeah, sometimes I have a difficult time keeping it serious. In my defense I was guzzling down coffee in between each shot and it made me want to jump around even more than usual. I found this funny silk 1970's blouse at one of my favorite thrift stores, hiding in between a bunch of ugly oversized polyester stuff. These photos don't really show off the amazing collar but believe me when I say it's the stuff that dreams are made of. In the middle of shooting a woman walked by and stared at me for such an uncomfortably and unblinkingly long time that I had to stop for a moment and stare back at her until she realized she was gawking. I'm sure my fellow bloggin' ladies have experienced similar awkward moments with strangers when shooting in a public place... it never fails to both amuse me and make me feel like a giant goon.