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Ne morate ni da pitate, naravno da uvek prvo izguglam gde i kada su buvlje pijace. Subota prepodne, šetam se bulevarom Hausmann u potrazi za mirisom vintaža. Bezuspešno. Odlučujem da se utešim jednim window shoppingom u obližnjem Printempsu i Galeries Lafayette. Gledam, balavim i skoro pobožno pipam Céline, Ricka Owensa, Balenciagu, ostajem koji minut da meditiram u Prada hramu, pred svom tom divotom. Pa još Margiela dame, u belim mantilima. Možda sam se utešila, ali pijaca je pijaca, ipak sam ja bon marché devojka.

Francuzi su majstori casual chica. Gospodin bela raskopčana košulja, dobar džins i New Balansice poprilične kilometraže mi kaže da su ’to sve s**t markets, da je jedna, jedina i prava flea market Porte de Clignancourt’. Kaže radi ceo vikend. Još nije (pre)kasno, Milana i ja žurimo, do poslednje stanice metroa. Porte de Clignacourt je imigrantska četvrt, na obodu Pariza i u početku mi je malo neprijatno, ali to više ima veze sa mojim predrasudama, nego sa realnim stanjem stvari. U Paizu ništa nije jeftino, pa ni buvlje pijace.  Tip-top sređene Francuskinje u poodmaklim, da ne kažem Advanced style godinama, skupo prodaju svoje vintaž kolekcije. I pored toga što na Porte de Clignancourt dvocifreno možete pazariti jedino plastične đinđuve kakve svake subote viđam na Najlonu, ipak je doživljaj koji ne treba propustiti. U to ime, jedan photo spam :)

p.s. Ne zaboravite na giveaway iz prošlog posta, i dalje imate šanse da osvojite savršenu Prodigy Red haljinicu!

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You don’t even have to ask, I always do my homework and google when and where are the best flea markets. It’s Saturday morning and I’m walking Boulevard Hausmann in a search of a genuine scent of vintage. Without success. I decide to comfort myself by (unfortunately, only window) shopping therapy at Printempsu and Galeries Lafayett. I drool over and almost religiously touch all the masterpieces - Céline, Ricka Owensa, Balenciagu, I take a moment to meditate in Prada temple, overwhelmed by all the beauty. Oh, and add Margiela ladies, so perfect in their white coats. I might have comforted myself for a short bit, but my heart’s not it in, I’m a bon marché girl, after all.  

French truly are the masters of casual chic. Mr. white shirt perfectly unbuttoned, jeans and New Balances told me that ’all those are shi**y markets, that the one and only flea market is the one at Porte de Clignancourt’. He says it’s open all the weekend. It’s still not too late, Milana and I ride Ligne 4 till the last station. Porte de Clignacourt is mostly immigrant neighbourhood at the outskirts of Paris and I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but it has to do more with my prejudices, than with reality. There is nothing cheap about Paris, not even flea markets. Finely aged French ladies, dresses to the nines, as if they belong at Advanced style, are surely not selling their vintage jewels under price. Besides the fact that the only thing you can buy under three figures are some plastic beads I see every Saturday on Nylon flea market, Porte de Clignacourt is not to be missed. With so much to experience, photo spam was inevitable, sorry :)

p.s. Don’t forget about the giveaway I’m hosting, you still have a chance to win this amazing Prodigy Red dress!