PERILS, YES—PEARLS WAITING TO BE WORN—WORTH THE RISK OF BEING DISAPPOINTED?
“My love for vintage fashion all started with the most perfect pair of slouchy, suede over the knee boots…”
… I was in my early 20s, recently graduated, navigating the brave new world of work, and generally trying to work out who I thought I was. Fashion was, as it had been since a relatively early age, my main form of expression, and the vast majority of my disposable income went on clothes. First jobs, though, are of course not normally the best paid. I paid my way through Uni with bar jobs and found myself still in that industry once I’d finished my degree. I stepped up to management pretty quickly, but hospitality isn’t exactly known as the most lucrative of careers, and it wasn’t easy to feed my desire for new, lust worthy garments on my meagre salary. At the time ‘pirate chic’ was a thing and I…
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By the Mighty Mumford 