In a beautiful episode of good timing, my trip to Los Angeles had me in town for Rose Bowl Sunday. A few friends and I went out to Pasadena to peruse all of the good vintage clothing, furniture and objects. The trip reminded me that the Rose Bowl is different than other flea markets I normally attend out East. Even compared to Brimfield, the Rose Bowl is all business, especially the clothing section. Those people are there for one reason only, and they take that shit seriously. I’m not saying it is bad — and you can totally find a deal here or there — I’m just saying the whole undertaking is just business. As long as you go into it with that mindset, you are okay. One vendor in particular was a total dick to me for taking pictures of his booth, which sort of set the tone for the whole day. But I understand how people are weary of folks at those shows. You never know who is who. Plus, every asshole with a camera and a computer has a “blog” now. Whatever the hell those things are.
Encounters of the rude kind aside, I did manage to scoop up some really cool deadstock government towels. The guy I bought them from (I picked up about 10 for a few bucks each) told me they came from a hospital circa 1954. He had a bundle of them, along with some brand new enamel wear, wrapped in the original packaging. These are the kinds of things that keep me coming back to flea markets. I love all of this old random stuff.