Last month while wandering through Amsterdam’s famous old city, with all of its alleyways and cobblestones, I stumbled upon this postcard.
I don’t buy postcards from foreign cities anymore. Perhaps its because I never send them anywhere. Perhaps its because I take photographs incessantly, thousands of them, everywhere I go. Still, there is something romantic about the old postcard. Ultimately, the postcard celebrates the holiday, the journey, the wandering. Sending a postcard is sharing the experience; it’s a way of showing someone that while you may be far away, your thoughts are still home; it’s “wish you were here.”
The best postcards are vintage postcards. Check out the ones I found on zazzle.com this morning.
These are just some of the cards that make me want to throw on a scarf, a pair of vintage sunglasses, grab my bag and set out to cities unknown.
Beige leather clutch: Vintage Halston from a thrift store in NYC; Navy leather clutch: Sous les Pavés;
Silk scarf: Ken Scott from a tiny little silk shop in Como, Italy; Sunglasses: Vintage
Purse: Vintage from NYC; Sunglasses: Vintage Gottex
Bag: Vintage from NYC; Scarf: Massimo Dutti; Sunglasses: Vintage
Leather backpack: From a shop in Florence, Italy; Book: Local library giveaway; Sunglasses; Vintage Pierre Cardin
Black leather clutch: Vintage from a thrift store in Montmartre, France; Sunglasses: Vintage; Scarf: Zara
*All sunglasses were a gift from my friend Jessica. They were her grandmother’s.
From now on, I’ll refer to them as Vintage Ruth Bluth Collection. I can do that, can’t I?
Happy Sunday. Until soon,