When I realised about this, I started travelling too. I found out myself scouting around many places and if I ever saw a scarf, I'd get it! That's what happened in Vila Madelena. This neighborhood happens to be one the most bohemian and hipster areas in Sao Paulo: lots of art shops, cafes, clothing stores, bars, shoe shops. I was going up a very steep street when I saw this entrance like an alley into a house. I just followed the stairs and found this second-hand shop where there were many "dominatrix" accesories, old jewelry, hats and a grey burgundy arabesque neckerchief. I couldn't leave it on that manequin full of belts and whips. I left the place and continued wandering until I got lost. So, I felt thankful I got this neckerchief because I could have never come back there.
|Vintage shop somewhere in Vila Madelena, Sao Paulo, Brasil|
Sometimes, my scarves remind me of people not exactly places.
|La Alhambra from the rooftop of the flat Lola rented in El Albaicín, Granada, Spain|
Scarves have become symbols of what I've learnt, experienced, shared or just loved. That is why they are not kept in my wardrobe: they are more than any accessory to keep me warm or pimp a weekend t-shirt. They are my personal trademark: they represent the stories I've starred by myself and that's why they are to be wrapped around my neck.