One of the charms of vintage is the patina that it takes on without anyone even noticing. Contemporary man, who now orders literature, images, music and movies on the Internet, through legal and not-so-legal sites, doesn’t necessarily remember those casual encounters between vendors and their occasional buyers, collectors and browsers who brought life to flea markets.
Forget the virtual classifieds’ impeccable jpegs on their white backgrounds: In Fleamarkets, Joel D. Levinson goes perusing with a camera (an old-fashioned black-and-white one) along the stalls of California, to assemble objects into collections – almost exhibitions – featuring characters and moments out of time. This is an encounter, too: one that will clue in inquisitive shoppers and feed their dreams, in a jubilant, 70s and 80s upcycling atmosphere.
Fleamarkets, Joel D. Levinson, 1983, 96 p. Ed. Braus.
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