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Yelp
Everyone knows only two types of people should shop vintage. Folks gifted with an innate sense of style and asians, who have a genetic predisposition for making trash chic. If you don't fall into either group, you're seriously fucked.
That said, you should still visit Held Over. It's huge and has something for everybody.
The size, however, is not the first thing you notice about Held Over; it's the smell. Mothballs, dried alcohol, dandruff, cheap perfume, and rubber: it smells like Todd Oldham and Anna Wintour post-coitus, if Todd was straight and Anna Wintour was a woman.
So hold your breath, pinch your nose and don your flashlight helmet, 'cause we've got a lot of FUGLY SHIT to dig through!
Thankfully, the scenester emo kids who work here have taken a break from cutting themselves and strategically tearing their Fugazi shirts, and have sorted things according to genre (t-shirts, jeans, coats, dresses), period (50s, 60s, 70s), and color.
Standard Vintage Clothes Shopping Rules apply, of course. For your reference:
1. Check all hems and seams.
2. Check for disgusting stains.
3. Don't spend more than $25 bucks on a tee, it doesn't fucking matter what's printed on it.
4. Don't confuse "achingly hip" with "unbearably rank."
There are some awesome finds here, some of which I've purchased and used in sexual role play:
- Japanese WWII replica uniform
- 60s muumuu with a hibiscus print
- Jordache jeans and gray cut-off 70s Adidas athletic tee
- Peter Sellers' pajamas from The Pink Panther Strikes Again
- Leather asschaps
- "Gondolier" collared shirt
- Pink frilled lace bloomies
- Flourescent yellow fishnet undershirt
- all of Faye Dunaway's outfits from Mommie Dearest
Fuck you, I'm kinky.