I first fell in love with flea markets in the summer of 2005. I had gone as a kid, but purchased slightly different items - namely toy mice and Hammer pants (my dad and I had matching pairs). When I first moved to L.A., I didn't know anyone, so when I wasn't at work, it pretty much meant that I'd be spending time by myself. I quickly became comfortable with things like dining alone and going to the movies solo, with a standing date at the flea market every Sunday. This t-shirt was the first thing I ever bought at the Melrose Trading Post. It was $7 and besides being insanely soft and worn-in (confession: occasionally it doubles as pajamas), it reminds me of just how much has changed since I first arrived in L.A.
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When people ask me about parenting a three-year-old, I often comment on how it's full of extremes: the highs are so very high, but the lows are... well, low. Sloan has become this miniature human with whom I love to hang out—I'm no longer merely watching her the way I did when ...read more