I have made a lifetime art out of thrift shopping. Not the fancy kind – “vintage shopping” – where you peruse carefully-edited collections of retro chic finery, cleaned and masterfully displayed (although I love this too), but the down-and-dirty thriftiest of the thrift. Salvation Armies and Goodwills and the odd St. Vincent De Paul Society. It takes strength and determination to wade through these filthy, gritty racks, but it provides me endless enjoyment. The sport of the chase. While I have found many vintage-store-worthy garments over the years, I have also run across my fair share of head-shakers. The garments that make you stop in your tracks just to say “Oh yes. This is a no.” When I found (ok, created) a kindred thrift spirit in Alexis, it was clear we needed to document these atrocities.
But there is joy amongst the woe. Much like my favorite-ever thrift store outfit, Pepe, sometimes I find something stretches so far into the wrong that it circles back around into the very right. Something that walks the fine line between amazingly bad and amazingly good. Finding Pepe refers to the quest for garments that toe this line. While there are a few Pepes in this blog, the majority are just disasters. I post these images as a warning. Those who remain ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it.