the fit & foxy footsteps of giants

What a time of inspiration these last few weeks have been in the depths of the material and mental past.  Spanish Moss, Stoned Immaculate Vintage, bravo, bravo, bravo. 

Collections - spot on. 

Vibe - mastered.   

Photos - poignant, evocative, drool-inducing. 

Clothing - damn. 

Damn. 

Frolic in peasant dresses and roller skate in rompers I can and must do ASAP and then repeat, repeat, repeat all summer long. 

And while many don't like their politics and art to share close quarters, allow them a little cuddle on the sofa together while I say this: it's all recycling, baby. This is current, stylish and better for the planet dressing that makes you look the one in a many million that you are. It encourages the special, and eschews fads, questionable quality, or collecting material for material's sake. The prices may make your wallet gasp. Let it. Buy less and buy better, that's your balance. 

(Cheap shit ain't good and good shit ain't cheap, right?) 

So sit back, indulge in what was, and then choose a perfectly imperfect story instead of a mass produced slogan. And while you do, I'll be here studying, admiring, and working away to make buying better a little bit easier. 

Freedom Camp by Spanish Moss

Dazed & Amused by Stoned Immaculate Vintage

Stoned Immaculate is also featuring the same blow your mind pieces in an upcoming editorial, Girl From the North Country. 

Foxes, foxes one and all. I admire, I aspire. The future of The Vintage Huntress, I can only hope, will be just as bright and sassy. I'll leave you with the words of Chloe & Chance of Stoned Immaculate, words that encapsulate my goals, pursuits, and crawling-out-of-my-skin enthusiasm for the vintage lovin' community to a tee. 

Together in vintage, recycling a generation. 

- xx

fairest summer

I'm usually a collector of words, spittin' them out and sweeping them up as fast as my temporal lobe can handle. But sometimes it's the images that speak, and gifted speakers they are. Powerful for their lack of premeditated vowels and syllables. Harbingers of sentences yet unimagined. Gifts that demonstrate emotions impossible to vocalize.

Here at the cusp of of this season of all seasons, our lady of the solar orbit, Fair Summer, these are the images on my brain, evocative of anticipated sensations I enjoy more than words can tell.

Mmmmmmm summer... practice it with frequency and abandon.

Image sources: Oracle Fox - Studded Hearts here, here, here and here - Visual Optimism - the Glamourai - LoveMore - Pinterest

I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it’s because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it’s because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea – whether it is to sail or to watch it – we are going back from whence we came.

- John F. Kennedy

- xx

P.S. The further I delve into running a vintage clothing business, the deeper I appreciate the simplicity of summer's dare to bare ways. Amen and all hail to sunshine, heat and skin, skin, skin on display.