- For the passionate only -

Once in a full moon you meet the kind of people you aren't supposed to meet in real life, they only exist in movies. I am talking about the kind of people who seem to good to be true, you have always imagined about meeting someone like it, but it never occurred that maybe one day you will...

About 200 meters from my front door, is a tiny vintage store with a peculiar name. A name that I shall not mention, for this vintage store is my secret Parisian address. I shall only share it with those who can appreciate the true greatness this treasure beholds.

It surely is no secret that Paris houses the most jaw dropping vintage stores in the universe. But ever since SJP started parading her vintage wardrobe on 5th avenue in SATC, lovers and wanna be's have turned into must haves and must haves have turned into commercial jokes. People who don't know what they are buying, are buying it. Today, it has become challenging to distinguish the passionate vintage lover from those who just buy it because it's a cool thing to do.

So therefore, my secret vintage address that I cherish with my whole heart shall remain mine forever.

Each time I walk through the mustard yellow painted door, I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of Paris, just the beat of my own heart. I am digging for gold and there is nobody who can stop me now!

The first time it was Chanel, the second Alaïa, the third Dior...All impeccable vintage, guarded by a knowledgeable woman, I like to call Misses N.

She is the real deal. She will tell you your size the second you enter her goldmine, will scan your likes and dislikes and give you a tour around her to the nook filled store, grabbing every item that will suit your taste, figure and size. She will then inform you about the garment with exact detail about when it was shown on the runway, by who it was designed and how much it really is worth.

For my first introduction, she sends me off to the dressing room with a Hermès silk blouse, DVF jersey wrap dress, wool Chanel top and Comme des Garçons wool suit. Although I wanted to buy every single item, I kept my cool and was yet to discover the biggest treasure that houses in her pillbox store.

It was hidden in an old glass closet underneath Chanel and Hermès jewels. It wasn't with the other clothes, not hanging on the rack with the other items neatly organized by color. It was there, where nobody shall find it or pay attention. I recognized it from gazing at it for too many times in fashion history books. The colors were still flawless and it was just like I had imagined it would be.

I look at her in disbelief - Can I see it? Can I try it on?...
She laughs - Sure

I fall on my knees. She opens the closet, I take it out, fold it open and cannot believe my eyes! I touch it, feel it, try it on, and can't believe what I am seeing, it fits (off course).

All of a sudden I feel like the fashion police is just behind my back to rip off this piece of perfection from my body - for this should not be hidden in a vintage store, but belong to a museum or at least Rachel Zoe's vintage collection. I take it off, feel it, touch it, fold it and put it back where I found it.

Ever since that moment... I have dreamed about it, hungered for it and wondered about it...I now find my self repeating the same question every time I enter the mustard yellow painted door.

Is IT still here? (At this moment my heart leaps and I feel nauseas)

But for now her answer has always been YES, YES IT is still here. Waiting for you to buy, it is still hidden underneath the jewels - don't worry nobody will find it.

But what if someone will? I dread the day that she will say, I sold it - I have sold the Wool jersey YSL Mondrian top from the 1965 autumn Haute Couture collection.

Nightmare come true!

But than I remember, I shall not fear...
Once in a full moon you meet the kind of people you aren't supposed to meet in real life, they only exist in movies. And her name is Misses N. , she only sells to the passionate and hides treasures for the perfect owner to find...