GO ON A TREASURE HUNT
Why I cr ave clothes with a past life.
All of my prized wardrobe possessions—a Saint Laurent velvet skirt, a rodeo cowboy’s performance jacket and a Chanel tennis dress—have one thing in common: They’re vintage. I’ve been addicted since my first trek from suburbia to a quirky downtown-Toronto vintage shop when I was in high school. I still pop into shops in search of my next score, but as my tastes have shifted from prairie dresses to Lagerfeldera Chloé blazers, I’m expanding my search to the Web. There’s an irony to shopping online for clothes that predate the Internet, but sites like Resee.com, JunoSaysHello.com, LaDoubleJ.com and the newly launched WilliamVintage.com are hard to resist. A scroll through this new site reveals pieces by Cristóbal Balenciaga, Azzedine Alaïa and André Courrèges so rare they deserve their own Met exhibit. Each garment is inspected by a couture-trained seamstress and ozone-treated to remove even the faintest trace of mothballs. Since these high-end pieces aren’t new, I like to think of my fashion-finding hobby as recycling of the most stylish form. And what could be more luxurious than living your life in clothes that have history hand-stitched into every seam?