An easy place to start is the Antiques Garage (the name says it all) located at 112 West 25th Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. It is currently still in use as a two-floor parking garage, so if you go there on the wrong day all you will find are cars; however, during the weekend it becomes a market with more than one hundred vendors. As soon as I entered, I got lost in old times. That place has some really nice stuff. It’s full of vintage items from clothes to jewelry, prints and furniture. The best piece of the collection? The strange old man in shorts, with two pairs of glasses and a beard that was painted green, who was reading an out-of-print magazine (see picture). Too bad he wasn’t on sale.
Anyway, after that epic encounter, I decided I had seen enough. I was still looking for something pretty for my sister though, so I went to the Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market. It is located on 39th Street between 9th & 10th Avenues and it is considered one of the best street markets in the United States. It’s open every Saturday and Sunday, except in the case of bad weather (it’s an open air market). If I had had money, I would have bought at least half of the stuff on display: old cameras, used baseball and boxing gloves, prints and plates – oh, plates! I would love to have some of those hanging from my walls.
Truth is the market isn’t that big, but it’s stuffed with antiques. I could spend hours imagining the story behind a single object, like a toy, a hat, or a piece of furniture.
Over the next few hours, I was so busy rummaging through the stands that I almost forgot the reason why I went there in the first place. The last thing I could do was come back empty handed without a present for my sister (never make a sister angry!), so I started looking through vintage clothes and jewelry. Eventually I chose a pair of dark yellow earrings from the thirties, cut by hand and made of Bakelite. Cool, aren’t they? What do you think, will she like them?