Welcome back to our new Instagram fashion extravaganza, where we scour our current favorite app for the finest in Boston-area cyber snaps. This week’s Instagram fashion theme is vintage. You’ve seen these retro-loving individuals around town peering through cat glasses and strolling about in their finest 1950s thrift store garb. One of them, Sara Antoinette Stevens, is a 23-year-old Somerville resident and blogger. She has agreed to be our latest Insta-victim.
Q. If you could build a time machine, where would you go?
A. Whenever people ask me whether I’d prefer to live in a different decade, I’m quick to mention that emulating past fashions, such as donning beehives and crinolines, is one thing, but actually existing in the past is a horse of a different color. As much as I love to “ooh” and “ahh” over mid-century sofas and Lucite purses, I wouldn’t want to be a woman in any other time. If I had a time machine at my disposal, I’d first need to verify that there wouldn’t be any glitches that might prolong my stay indefinitely. At which point, I might vacation in the mid-1960s for an afternoon.
‘My room bears a . . . resemblance to a vintage boutique stockroom.’
Q. Your favorite retro possession?
My favorite retro possession is undoubtedly my 1950s gold cat eye glasses. I wear them every day. They have prescription lenses and they are usually the first thing that people notice about me. After spending many moons searching for the perfect frames, I serendipitously found them about three years ago at Artifaktori in Davis Square, where I currently work peddling vintage, listening to records, and otherwise living the dream.
Q. What’s the last vinyl album you listened to?
A. “T. Rextasy: The Best of T. Rex, 1970-1973”
Q. Does your home look like the set of “Mad Men”?
A. My apartment looks like the set of “Mad Men” if someone told Matthew Weiner to house the entire wardrobe of the female cast in a 12-by-12 room with no closet space. Or if Joan and Peggy fused together into some sort of glamorous, bookish hoarder whose charming vintage collecting tendencies ran into direct conflict with the realism of storage constraints.
The result is that my room bears a striking resemblance to a vintage boutique stockroom: Shelves overflowing with 1960s basket purses, boxes full of various Pyrex casserole dishes, and Victorian-inspired teacups. There’s a rolling rack overcrowded with everything from swoon-worthy 1940s dresses and ornately beaded 1950s cardigans to 1970s psychedelic paisley maxis. I might have a problem. I think hoarding vintage is more endearing and forgivable than, say, cats or soiled diapers.
Q. You’re looking for a new skirt. Where do you shop?
A. My go-to thrifting destinations are Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange in Davis Square. If I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll trek out to Allston and hit up the secondhand haven that is Urban Renewals. For consignment, or if I’m looking for something specific, I adore Raspberry Beret in Porter Square and Poor Little Rich Girl in Inman Square.