I love vintage things.
Sometimes i think that i was born in the wrong time. Every time i go somewhere i like to flush out vintage place/house/market to buy something beautiful and unique in its gender or almost. Also the same shops, they are welcoming, you enter in a different dimension, in another era. From the paintings to the jewellry, from the clothes to the shoes, the CD, old film, sunglasses, journey bags, vinyls, stereo, and much more. Sometimes i feel that a piece of me is lost in this time and would rather be in the past instead.
I think i've expressed, more or less, the sensations that vintage things make me feel.
So, what do you think about that?
