Rewind and reload,
All things vintage define hip.
Genuine cliche.
I'm unclear what "vintage" really
means but it sure is being bandied
about recently. How old is something
before it is officially "vintage"? Can
any, tacky piece of crap morph into
a genuine example of vintageness simply
because of its age? Kind of like
antiques? Perhaps we need a Vintage
Roadshow, where Vintage specialists
can assess our treasures from days gone
by but not too far gone. It's comforting
to know that my 23 year old Raleigh
mountain bike, named the Seneca, once
known for its tacky color and cheap
demeanor has now taken on the pateen
of "Vintage". I de-mothballed it and
am now riding it proudly knowing that
not only is it a cutting edge representative
of "Vintage" but the person pedaling it,
namely me, is also "Vintage". Great to
know that wrinkles and white spots on
arms are super cool and hip. They are
certainly genuine.
2 comments:
I like that bike! That reminds me of how much crap we would give my mother growing up for wearing giant sunglasses. Who's laughing now?
On the same day you wrote this I was discovering an art treasure at my favorite second hand store. Looking for a few small snack size dishes I picked up a bowl and fell in love. Stoneware, the glaze translucent, the heft and weight perfect. Could not put it down. Could not really justify buying it either even at .99. I give up and purchase two small bowls and several small plates, obviously of the same pattern. I run errands. Back at home I wonder if I can find out anything about the company who made this wonderful bowl. I go online. Found it! Twenty minutes later I am back at the second hand store where I purchase pitcher, serving bowl, cream and sugar bowl and several other pieces of ceramics created by Edith Heath.
http://www.heathceramics.com/go/heath/news/history-and-values/
I’m now obsessed and in love with this woman and these vintage ceramic pieces. The ones I just bought for a few bucks each were perhaps created in the early 50’s. I feel these are pieces that were made with love and now that is passed to me. They didn’t end up in a landfill; they landed in my heart. Enjoy the bike.
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