The first vintage store we decided to hit here in Barcelona was Magnolia Antic. My daughter, the vintage queen, literally mapped out where she wanted to go one day, having researched the “offerings” and then plotted them on her little grid of the city. And so she, my younger daughter, and I headed out along Carrer Provenza, our street, which runs all the way down to Passeig de Gracia, where the beautiful people shop (the Carolina Herrera boutique on the corner being the first clue).
How to describe this store? First of all, for those desiring everything from pill box hats to beaded opera bags to antique cut crystal perfume bottles to long, headstrong coats that scream Katharine Hepburn, this is the mother lode, and not a single item is in anything but pristine condition.
You want delicate, artisan jewelry? Also there. Or maybe you’re into collecting medical ephemera?–rare anatomy books, anatomy and physiology models no doubt salvaged from the dusty basement of some university, and instruments whose purpose you can only wonder at? The woman who owns and merchandises the store obviously has a sense of humor and a dark side.
Tessa fit right in. Her glasses–a vintage pair we picked up from a store in Vienna (Little Joe’s Gang) and had fitted with prescription lenses. The tunic–a vintage number from the fabulous (and girls only!) Shareen Vintage in Los Angeles. Ribbed leggings–Banana Republic. Maroon Mary Janes–Bamberg, Germany. Lipstick–Viva Glam. Wrapover braids and vintage smile–all hers.
(Photos of the store, courtesy of Magnolia Antic!)
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