After trying on a pair of Rick Owens’s fall/winter boots, and Margiela’s tabis, I did a round of vintage stores, all of them so alike that I got bored by the fifth shop. I then proceeded to make my way home when I came across The Vintage Emporium, a vintage store that doubled as a quaint tea room, filled with the most amazing furniture reminiscent of the old England. It was such an enchanting place that I broke my goal of not spending a single penny, egged on by the lush Victorian chair which resulted in me forking out no less than one pound thirty for a large cup of tea. The elegant but cosy ambience was definitely worth more than what I paid for.
All in all, it was an excellent day, and if money was never an issue, I’d definitely choose to buy my wares at 127.