Take off your clothes…
Yesterday afternoon I spent a few hours at a city wide clothing swap. The event, Take Off Your Clothes, invited anyone and everyone to haul their lightly used/never worn clothes to the Musée Juste Pour Rire for an afternoon of riffling. As with most things, the event had it’s pros and cons. Unloading of everyones hauls to the main swapping area was slow, and there were loads of people grabbing at the same items which made for more than a few glares and stares, but I thought it was wonderful that any left over clothes were given to the salvation army. The swap system was pretty straight forward as well: each item brought yielded a ticket that could be exchanged for any other item and higher end items got you a higher end ticket (and access to the coveted ‘higher end room’..)
(meet my friend Eliza – yes, we have the same name. Weird. She on the other hand, is awesome.)
These events are always kind of a gamble. I don’t know that I necessarily agree that one mans trash is another mans treasure… Not in every case anyways. More than anything I find these types of large scale events to be a kind of testament to all the crap we accumulate. I actually felt a bit gross after a while. There were just… so many piles… so much stuff..
Granted, I’d expected to have to do some serious rifling and I did manage a few good finds but it was the high end room (as would be expected…) that had some amazing little gems including a seriously dated Pierre Cardin dress and some Yohji Yamamoto pants that an acquaintance nabbed before I could even spot them (hence, no pic. I know! sad…) Also a stark reminder that just because a ‘name’ is attached to something, doesn’t mean it’s gonna be nice.
In the end I left with less than I came with, which I think indicates a success. While once I would have been determined to nab my tickets-worth of exchangeables, on this day I was more happy to scour about and see what I could find that I really liked. I know, revolutionary thinking right?… I’m such a consumer… but I think the heaps and piles of clothes really threw me through a loop hole and thanks to my depressing trip to the city center last weekend I think I’ve been officially shaken out of that mentality that drives us to pile up on superfluous items based solely on their tiny price tag. And what did I walk away with you may wonder? …
Aside from the usual few mens shirts I like to pick up at these types of things (seriously, the best place to find them!) I came away with a dusty cotton candy pink knit top that gives me wonderfully broad shoulders minus the 80’s pads…
(pink top – Swaped | grey skirt – h&m | brogues – steve madden)
…a yellow button down silk shirt that immediately made me think of a certain miu miu collar.. There may not be a naked woman sprawled across the collar, the chickadee yellow is nearly as charming as the print itself.
(yellow shirt – swaped | purple tank – aa | shorts – garage | necklace – f21)
..And finally a Michael Kors frock. I was inspired by the current surf wear moment fashion seems to be having and the I heart Norwegian Wood lookbook that just came out when I put this together.. Paired with cut nylons and a sweater (with purple and black stripes that you can’t really make out because unfortunately my bookcase blocks much of the light in my apartment. ack..) and a paillette colar from h&m.
(dress – Michael Kors | sweater – Calvin Klein | booties – Steve Madden | shorts – d.i.y nylons | colar – h&m)