Vinage such a vast invintory comes to mind with this word, people, places,objects can all be this. From the grateful dead shirt that you got from 69′ the your grandmothers hairstyle, vintage is something special that all should respect and honor becuase without vintage materials some of the materials we have today would not exist.
…is my favorite form of teeshirt. I try to find them as often as I can. A lot of the time, they’re so thin that I have to wear a tank top underneath. I wish I owned more. I wish my apartment was decorated with vintage items.
i think of tee shirts which seems stupid in its own right. but then comes cars then women who appeal to me as that sort of look. which is weird in its own way different than the shirt
were those thought i had for you as original as i had intended them…
i am sick of this repetitive second guessing of my emotions, i don’t truly believe that this will ever happen, or that you really care, or that i am unique, or that anything i do in my life will ever really matter.
forever ago tided with wear brass shiny in the shop it calls to me the known nostalgia of moments in the making history tied to materials left behind for another to claim the sun spills in and the time passing feels right it all comes back in cycles again circles of old in circles of new today is the best day for holding on.
Vintage counjures up an image of so many things… fashion music, an entire lifestyle. I can picture people dressed in vintage clothinglistening to old LPs. Reminds me of a simpler and perhaps mopre peaceful time.
old, shiny, i love shiny. But it also means value, good value. make my eyes go soft. I named a horse Vintage once. He could have better. A good stallion called Vintage, how cool, right. Ah weelll, i wonder what my mother would think of this?
vintage shoes and cars were the fashions of my childhood they shaped dreams blasted me off to past and made my world whole my mother found my obsession silly but i loved 80s rock and big hair and skinny jeans i could care less if it goes in and out and of style because after all it was in style once.
Is all that I care about. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the fact that vintage for some reason is the latest fad. I bet writing about this will prompt some asshole to sell more vintage crap. I hate it. It doesn’t look good. And also it feels like I’m wearing a 20 old shirt.
All things old. Things with a story. I don’t like new things. My most precious belongings are the things that I’ve found at yard sales that come with a history…a meaning…a
vintage as far asthe word goes the only thing that comesto mind is the beauty of an automobile, rusted, falling apart, and full of holes, that dont let its character out
When most folks think about vintage stuff, its either “old stuff” or cool “old stuff” yeah thats pretty much how it goes. i think that vintage stores and stuff are dumb. word.
The car shone brightly in the pale winter sun. As if it existed to spite the dingy lighting of the world. Red and mysterious and wanting to move. He climbed in and engaged the starter.
classic, warm, nice. records, cuddles. real, stable. colorful, simple. brown. green. rusty. a comfortable looking word, people like to say it when they want to sound cool. i wish it were not so overused.
I love vintage. It’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s old buttons, mom’s old prom dress she hand made, clip-on earrings you find at a goodwill. Anything, and everything can be vintage.
oh my god heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i love vintage it’s so cute and it starts with a v and this girl that my uncle just married names starts with a t and whoops that has nothing to do with what i’m writing about i thought it started with a v but that’s his x wife lololol whoops.
jeans like vintage is a specific look and i think of old things and torn up but that is cool. vintage seems like even though its ugly its rich. yep. v-in-tage is in. and its cool.
Dresses with lace, cars with classic lines, and of course fine wines. None of which I have or want. Impractical and expensive, the luxury of those with excess cash.
Thin fingers tipped in chipped, black polish flick through clotheshangers dismissively. She’s lookign for something old-new, jazzed up a bit but still soaked with history. She wants to feel special and unique. She doesn’t care if she bends the usual rules, and she prefers when people stare.
Once upon a time, vintage was a word looked down on in fashion, for cheap, old people, trying to bring back their old, tired styles. Now, it is a widely accepted fashion statement.
Old not new with memory and use. It’s been there, done that. All over, everywhere. Then and now. Here and there. Grandma’s elvis pictures. Albums. Retro clothes. Cool. Black and Red. with lace.
The car was a vintage automobile it was steady in power delivery and smooth as silk to ride in. The women sitting next to me was dressed in elegant beautiful 1920’s garb and the scarf she wore flapped in the breeze as the car sped along. The people standing at the side of the rode watch as this gay procession slipped by. What style, what carefree moments, and now the dream is done.
Vintage dress, blowing in the wind. Short and thin girl smiling into the breeze. Loose flock of hair, waving in all direction. Salt spray. Hot air. Cawing gulls. Summer, summer, and a vintage dress.
what i like to wear. vintage is eternity. it’s like connecting every moment that ever was to every moment you have. it’s perfect. the little things that continue on no matter what year it was greated. granma. mom. daughter everyone gets to enjoy it. a legacy is what it all is. a legacy to fashion.
vintage is the style of people who think theyre sooooo cool for dressing in vintage. people fill their mouths with vintage vintage vintage…
so what shoes do you want? vintage shoes duhhhhhhhh
just cuz youre soo unque you need vintage shoes. on the other hand o “hey you vintage girl”
what if i do just like vintage. wtf
i like vintage but it doesnt mean i thinkim better than you.
Okay, that is me. Old but still good for something. How many of us feel like a vintage woman, or person. Who were we, and what happened to us? Antique comes to mind, as well.
old blue jeans fade and stumble over slender & innocent legs
real things, like sunshine and music and the dusry sand on bare feet
the waves will lick it off later
Vinage such a vast invintory comes to mind with this word, people, places,objects can all be this. From the grateful dead shirt that you got from 69′ the your grandmothers hairstyle, vintage is something special that all should respect and honor becuase without vintage materials some of the materials we have today would not exist.
…is my favorite form of teeshirt. I try to find them as often as I can. A lot of the time, they’re so thin that I have to wear a tank top underneath. I wish I owned more. I wish my apartment was decorated with vintage items.
i think of tee shirts which seems stupid in its own right. but then comes cars then women who appeal to me as that sort of look. which is weird in its own way different than the shirt
people worship vintage like its something honorable when really its just old, familiar maybe, or also….
were those thought i had for you as original as i had intended them…
i am sick of this repetitive second guessing of my emotions, i don’t truly believe that this will ever happen, or that you really care, or that i am unique, or that anything i do in my life will ever really matter.
forever ago tided with wear brass shiny in the shop it calls to me the known nostalgia of moments in the making history tied to materials left behind for another to claim the sun spills in and the time passing feels right it all comes back in cycles again circles of old in circles of new today is the best day for holding on.
Vintage counjures up an image of so many things… fashion music, an entire lifestyle. I can picture people dressed in vintage clothinglistening to old LPs. Reminds me of a simpler and perhaps mopre peaceful time.
it’s one of my favorite shirt graphics.
great for photography.
i think of indie.
artistic.
mhmm. (:
old, shiny, i love shiny. But it also means value, good value. make my eyes go soft. I named a horse Vintage once. He could have better. A good stallion called Vintage, how cool, right. Ah weelll, i wonder what my mother would think of this?
vintage shoes and cars were the fashions of my childhood they shaped dreams blasted me off to past and made my world whole my mother found my obsession silly but i loved 80s rock and big hair and skinny jeans i could care less if it goes in and out and of style because after all it was in style once.
Is all that I care about. I’m sure it has a lot to do with the fact that vintage for some reason is the latest fad. I bet writing about this will prompt some asshole to sell more vintage crap. I hate it. It doesn’t look good. And also it feels like I’m wearing a 20 old shirt.
But, damn, 20 year old shirts are comfortable.
All things old. Things with a story. I don’t like new things. My most precious belongings are the things that I’ve found at yard sales that come with a history…a meaning…a
clothing, wines, houses, music.
All good things, made new again by our nostalgia for the good old days.
Shoes. Did I mention shoes?
vintage as far asthe word goes the only thing that comesto mind is the beauty of an automobile, rusted, falling apart, and full of holes, that dont let its character out
old, victorian, classy, cars,
what is this?
When most folks think about vintage stuff, its either “old stuff” or cool “old stuff” yeah thats pretty much how it goes. i think that vintage stores and stuff are dumb. word.
old world. beautiful. memories. grandma. white. lace. pearl. scrapbook. antique. old. gray. weary. tired.
Somewhere
Wine
Vintage furniture
Remains a time
Memories
Where love were found
Creating some magic
Making happiness have a place
The car shone brightly in the pale winter sun. As if it existed to spite the dingy lighting of the world. Red and mysterious and wanting to move. He climbed in and engaged the starter.
classic, warm, nice. records, cuddles. real, stable. colorful, simple. brown. green. rusty. a comfortable looking word, people like to say it when they want to sound cool. i wish it were not so overused.
I love vintage. It’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s old buttons, mom’s old prom dress she hand made, clip-on earrings you find at a goodwill. Anything, and everything can be vintage.
oh my god heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i love vintage it’s so cute and it starts with a v and this girl that my uncle just married names starts with a t and whoops that has nothing to do with what i’m writing about i thought it started with a v but that’s his x wife lololol whoops.
jeans like vintage is a specific look and i think of old things and torn up but that is cool. vintage seems like even though its ugly its rich. yep. v-in-tage is in. and its cool.
Dresses with lace, cars with classic lines, and of course fine wines. None of which I have or want. Impractical and expensive, the luxury of those with excess cash.
Thin fingers tipped in chipped, black polish flick through clotheshangers dismissively. She’s lookign for something old-new, jazzed up a bit but still soaked with history. She wants to feel special and unique. She doesn’t care if she bends the usual rules, and she prefers when people stare.
Once upon a time, vintage was a word looked down on in fashion, for cheap, old people, trying to bring back their old, tired styles. Now, it is a widely accepted fashion statement.
the best flare and scent of mothballs
can’t compare
Old not new with memory and use. It’s been there, done that. All over, everywhere. Then and now. Here and there. Grandma’s elvis pictures. Albums. Retro clothes. Cool. Black and Red. with lace.
she walked into the shop, indulging in the scent of the racks. each held hanger upon hanger of vintage clothing.
like the fur lined leather jacket my mother bought for me in 2004, recycled for the next generation to enjoy.
And then sitting on her rocking chair, she mused at all that had gone before and with a small sigh she lay back contentedly and closed her eyes.
The car was a vintage automobile it was steady in power delivery and smooth as silk to ride in. The women sitting next to me was dressed in elegant beautiful 1920’s garb and the scarf she wore flapped in the breeze as the car sped along. The people standing at the side of the rode watch as this gay procession slipped by. What style, what carefree moments, and now the dream is done.
Vintage dress, blowing in the wind. Short and thin girl smiling into the breeze. Loose flock of hair, waving in all direction. Salt spray. Hot air. Cawing gulls. Summer, summer, and a vintage dress.
not even sure what it means, cool, trendy but old. Vintage wine will never go out of fashion
what i like to wear. vintage is eternity. it’s like connecting every moment that ever was to every moment you have. it’s perfect. the little things that continue on no matter what year it was greated. granma. mom. daughter everyone gets to enjoy it. a legacy is what it all is. a legacy to fashion.
vintage is the style of people who think theyre sooooo cool for dressing in vintage. people fill their mouths with vintage vintage vintage…
so what shoes do you want? vintage shoes duhhhhhhhh
just cuz youre soo unque you need vintage shoes. on the other hand o “hey you vintage girl”
what if i do just like vintage. wtf
i like vintage but it doesnt mean i thinkim better than you.
Okay, that is me. Old but still good for something. How many of us feel like a vintage woman, or person. Who were we, and what happened to us? Antique comes to mind, as well.
old blue jeans fade and stumble over slender & innocent legs
real things, like sunshine and music and the dusry sand on bare feet
the waves will lick it off later
Is for gay people and wierd chicks.