Yesterday, I went to the world renown Rose Bowl Flea Market with a few stylish ladies: Lucrecia, Annabel, Jazzi, & Taghrid (who are total gems, by the way). I’m rather ashamed to admit that it was my first time ever going, in spite of me having lived in Pasadena for almost 3 years. Of course, I kicked myself later for that. I don’t know why I had never gone before, but not one month will go by that I miss out on it again.
The RBFM is filled to the brim with extraordinarily unique items, & equally extraordinarily beautiful people to look at. It seems as though every gorgeously eclectic hipster in the LA area come to this spot for fashion, food, & frolicking. I felt rather out of place in a sea of perfectly put-together ladies & gentlemen, with tattoos on their arms, cigarettes in their mouths, & Raybans blocking the sun from their eyes. Simply put, if you’re an amateur street style blogger/photographer — or perhaps you like to people-watch fashionable people for inspiration — the RBFM is where you’ll need to be, if for nothing else.
As I was traipsing about the flea market, you can imagine my surprise when a girl quietly asked if she could take a picture of my outfit. She told me that she loved my style & that she works for Style Sight & the photo will be on their blog. I’ve never been “street photographed” before, so I was rather giddy & stupid about it. But I did my best to contain myself as she snapped the pictures, knowing that a goofy-grinned snapshot wouldn’t be very chic.
what I wore:
lace shirt – Target; polyester trousers – vintage; sandals – Nordstrom; accessories – miscellaneous.
Here are some pictures I took of the RBFM. They don’t quite encompass the flea market’s awesomeness, but get pretty damn close.
I think it should be known that I really, really wanted that street-light. Badly. But I didn’t have any money on me at the time, & no doubt the vendor would have wanted a couple hundred for it. I saw other amazing things, too, like this one of a kind coat rack that looked like a dead tree with bare branches all over. I’m kicking myself now that I didn’t get it.
It was the perfect day for flea market shopping. The sun was, for the most part, kept hidden amongst tight-knit clouds in the sky, & the temperatures were practically summer-like. It’s almost maddening to have the weather be so perfect at this time of year, but who am I to complain?
