flea markets

What's more is that I believe these things are really conduits for connectivity. When we share them on our trees or mantles
#5: A Painting in the Couch Cushions Have you ever lost something between the couch cushions? In 2007, an unnamed German
Image by Davy Verbeke Sunday Market at Blå - Oslo Local flea markets are probably one of the best things that city has to
Paris isn’t the only place with a marché aux puces: Italy also has its small flea markets, which are nearly always found
As both an antiques dealer and a collector, I often think of myself as a foster parent for 'stuff.' I find things I love, live with them for a while, and then pass them along into the world.
Ok, yes, les Puces means the fleas. But how many fleas have you seen in flea markets? Most likely none. In Paris, going daily or weekly to the markets for fruits, vegetables, cheeses, breads, meat, flowers and all sorts of food is a ritual very cherished, as nothing beats the freshness of farmers' food. Who likes supermarkets?
Every time I return from Paris with a suitcase full of clothes and shoes, my friends marvel at how I can afford to shop in Paris. So let me tell you a few of my little secrets. I am not wealthy and I do not spend tons of money when shopping for my clothes.
Amidst the hodgepodge of rare goods and collectible gems that can be found at flea markets, those with a knack for haggling get to take their sport to Olympian levels.
It's also safe to say that I've never visited a city as friendly as Santa Fe. From the cab drivers to the staff at the hotel, to retailers to strangers on the street, this town is populated by people who clearly love it -- and love sharing it with others.
Vintage ornaments, lights and decorations add that nostalgic, sentimental vibe to a home, and people respond to it -- especially at this time of the year.
The way I see it, a place that creates beauty, must also have a lot of beauty to behold. That theory prompted me to add Budapest to my travel plans, and within minutes of arriving, I knew that I would not be disappointed.
By now it's certainly no secret to anyone who reads my pieces that I have lifelong love affair with flea markets, auctions, thrift shops and antiques stores.
Happily, since July the new market has been gaining momentum. It has also given those of us who mourn the loss of The Garage a place to shop and gather.
The truth is sometimes we don't know how good the good times were until they are long gone. Toys are outgrown. Clothing goes out of style. Kitchen gadgets become obsolete. Then one day we see these same items years later at a flea market, and all of a sudden they seem almost irresistible.
I have a soft spot for vintage photographs of people I don't know. In fact, I refer to them as my 'instant ancestors.' While I may not have their names or any biographical information about them, I buy or 'adopt' ones that strike an emotional chord.
The movie won Best Picture that year, and the lavish sets designed by the great Cedric Gibbons perfectly depicted a Five Star hotel in all its grandeur.
As the name connotes, it is a treasure trove, and unlike a visit to the famous casino with the same name, you won't risk losing your shirt. In fact, you might come back with a vintage one.
Like Brooklyn, Philadelphia had plenty of perfect stoops: Cement or red brick stairs that you plop down on whilst sipping a soda, waiting for people to stroll by and spot your amazing -- and probably dusty -- wares.
A vintage flag flew at half-mast in Chelsea this past Sunday, as The Antiques Garage Flea Market closed its doors permanently. The gritty, eccentric, treasure trove was a popular haunt for die-hard collectors, designers, tourists and celebrities.