Although I wouldn’t categorize myself as a hipster, I tend to indulge in similar things as hipsters. I like jorts, fanny packs, and indie music. I’ve seen the Melrose Trading Post on my trips down to Melrose Ave. Although the flea market looked intriguing, I thought I should commit a trip just to it instead of stopping through while going between Fred Segal.
So Katie and I went last Sunday to explore. And within an hour and a half, we didn’t even cover half of the tents in the flea market. There was an insane amount of stuff there for sale, and most of it was pretty reasonable. Although, I got a little bit of deja vu because most of the tents fell under these categories:
- Random clothes bought from a thrift store, including distressed jorts. I bought a pair for $15. Don’t spend more than that, because you’re just paying to get them pre-cut and shredded. The “vintage” clothes are nice, fairly reasonably priced, but I prefer going to thrifts and finding gems on my own merit.
- Jewelry under $50. Different tents varried from unique little gold pendant necklaces for $15, to some nicer costume jewelry. Lots of animal rings
- Altered vintage clothing. This was the most interesting. Back in middle school, my sister and I were obsessed with wearing random t-shirts from thrift stores. Now, people have taken random t-shirts, cut them up, put bows, change hem lines, etc and make them even cooler.
- Feathers. Everywhere. Clip-ins, earrings, necklaces. You cannot escape them. Which is difficult, because I LOVE feathers.
- paintings and books. I didn’t look at any of these booths because I can’t afford to ship any heavy things back home
- Furniture. And nice furniture! I already texted my mom and said if I move out here, we must go for my apartment.
- Oh, and fake handbags and really cheap sunglasses. How California.