i love the story behind vintage clothes. even when you don't know the the whole tale. take this blazer, for instance. it belonged to ana v. i picture her in the nursing home, sitting in the common room reading a book or playing cards with her friends. i see her family come to visit and each time they bring ana a new shirt or jacket, they lovingly put her name in it so the old biddy down the hall won't lift it and pass it off as her own awesome lacy blazer.
shorts, tee, shoes-thrift