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Wednesday, February 26, 2020 // The Statement
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Managing Statement Editor

Magdalena Mihaylova

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ink and yellow flowers covered the ovular bead
that hung on a dainty gold chain swinging in the
window of BRECA, a vintage shop in Pristina,
Kosovo. The necklace attracted me from the street on a
day I’d set out exploring the city which would become my
temporary home during a summer project. I rushed into the
store to purchase the piece, and once inside, found myself
circling the aisles uncovering more jewelry, headwear and
fabrics like none I’d encountered before. I purchased the
necklace and perused every other item in the store, feeling
that I had stumbled on a treasure trove of untold stories in
the secondhand items.
When I feel uncertain about a new place I’ve moved to, I
first head to vintage shops: They feel like places protected
from the threats of consumerism and corporate harm. The
items on the shelves bring with them lives, histories and
stories about which we can only speculate. To what event
was the silken scarf last worn? Did someone hike a moun-
tain or ford a river in those shoes? Was that ring gifted as
a sign of affection to an antique love? Shopping at vintage
stores makes me feel closer to the places I’ve moved because
the items I purchase are spared the sterility of newness. It’s
easier to start my own story in such a place because every
find reminds me that the story does not begin with me.
The stories uncovered in vintage stores are not the same
histories popularized in textbooks, with dated details of
long-gone battles or forged legal codes. Instead, antique
collections reveal the personal, accidental and private:
Postcards between long-distance lovers, clothes faded from
years of wear and diaries with sprawling drawings in the
margins all fuse to tell the human stories of a particular
place. Shopping at vintage stores shows me a place’s history
better than anywhere else.
Vintage store finds harbor more than their own stories,
too. I grew up performing in the theatre, where clothing
from vintage shops was a necessity for stocking the dressing
room shelves. Historical time periods came to life authen-
tically in the costumes we cobbled together with found
textures and already-worn garments of vintage stores. The
costumes used in one play were saved in warehouses for the
next and always worn by someone else, who would enact
an entirely different storyline — before myself or another
became the bearer of it. The same piece of clothing served
countless fictional lives during its tenure in the theatre and
likely many more in reality, too.
Clothes and thrifted objects seem embedded with stories,
both real and fake, and when we donate old clothes, their
meaning multiplies with new ownership. Thrifted objects
are a way we share stories — they are a physical object in
which our lives intersect.
Growing up, I loved the story of the “Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants,” which imagined a pair of faded jeans that
magically fit each of the four main characters who tried
them on, carrying with them the lives of each other. Each

friend wears the jeans and then writes about the experi-
ence to the others to tell them what type of lives the pants
themselves have lived. There are stories embedded in the
jeans, and as the girls go on experimenting in their lives, the
pants collect and carry that storied trajectory. Collective
ownership is more meaningful than single-wear, single-use
purchases. The meaning objects hold multiplies when it is
shared across lives and experiences.
I recently found a heavily annotated copy of W. H.
Auden’s collection of poetry at my favorite vintage book-
store in Ann Arbor, Dawn Treader. I picked up the copy
to find notes scrawled in smudged blue ink from cover to
cover. The prose in the corners, handwritten by its previous
owner, was just as resonant as the poems they encompassed.
By the end of the book, I not only knew the chronological
publishing of Auden’s work, but the nuances of a personal
story of grief and heartache that a previous reader recount-
ed on their journey through the poetry. In reading from an
already-treasured copy of the book, it became clear to me
how often we write our stories in the margins, and between
the lines, of others.
Beyond our personal histories, thrifted objects can tell us
the pasts of places and systems bigger than ourselves, too. It

is not hard to imagine the many antique tourist items scat-
tered across vintage shops that serve now as relics of places
which are no longer: a replica of the Notre-Dame Cathedral
in its fullest form preceding the fire that destroyed its like-
ness last year, or postcards presenting images of natural
lands across South America now lost to endless deforesta-
tion across the continent.
In this way, vintage shops may also be places of despair,
reminding us of lives that were, places that used to be and
times in both personal and political histories which are long
gone. When living in Kosovo, I wondered if I would ever
stumble upon a sweatshirt emblazoned with “YUGOSLA-
VIA,” naming an empire that dissolved decades ago in war,
maybe featuring embroidered skylines now lost. Kitchy
reminders of a country that went on to carry a dark history,
serve, too, as important pillars of remembrance. Before sec-
ondhand items can serve as generators of new stories, they
first are collections of the old.
Vintage shops, then, can help us understand our place in
this complex and historical world, in places under constant
change. The personal and political present themselves to us
in relics. As any historian knows, what will be always starts
with what is and what has been.

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THE MICHIGAN DAILY | FEBRUARY 26, 2020

BY EMILY RUSSELL, STATEMENT COLUMNIST
Ode to vintage stores

KEEMYA ESMAEL/DAILY

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