I like vintage stuff. I go through a vintage store and find things that I feel like I fit right into them because of all the years that they've been used.
A seersucker suit is one of the most iconic styles dating from the 1920s and is still a gentleman's best bet when it's hot and sticky.
Old is authentic. Old is genuine. Old is valuable.
Some say the antique syndrome surfaced to offset the newness of the land, the homes, and the settlers. Some say the interest was initiated by a desire to return to the roots of yesterday. I contend the entire movement to acquire antiques was born out of sheer respect of things that lasted longer than fifteen minutes.
I'm sorry, but Juicy Couture tracksuits and Ugg boots don't move me in any way, shape or form. I refuse to wear them. Modern fashion doesn't appeal to me; the 1950s were better in every way, don't you think?
When I find something at a flea market or an antique store, it feels more special and I'm more inclined to want to wear it.
Every guy needs a pair of beaten up Converse Chuck Taylors. The coolest sneakers in the world.
I love things that have a vintage feel to them, just because there's a certain texture to them that we just don't have anymore. In fact I think I've been stuck in the 50s or 60s for a while...
Now everything is available at the push of a button, and that thrill of the search is gone. With vinyl albums and special edition releases, I feel like that's coming back.
I remember the feeling of a tweed Chanel jacket because my mom used to wear one to work.
The ukulele has always appealed to the older generation.
I'm attracted to the past.
I am always looking for a cool tee shirt; maybe one with a rock band or an old advertisement.
