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Hultquist spends very little money on her own wardrobe because shes willing to put in hours hunting down treasures at thrift stores, flea markets, and dollar stores (she frequents the row on Manhattan Avenue between Nassau and Greenpoint avenues in Brooklyn). In fact, the cream open-toe oxfords shes wearing cost $7 at a sidewalk sale (They were originally $220 at Anthropologie) and her white silk dress was $10 at the vintage warehouse Vice Versa (241 Bedford Avenue, 718-782-3882), the last stop on our tour.
At the back of Vice Versa, she lingers over the military jumpsuits for $20, but none of them have enough zippers for her taste (her fall When I Want You in the Night line will be heavy on pea-green military-style shirts and jackets). Continuing through the racks, she cringes a little every time her hand touches polyester. The worlds worst fabric, she says.
Finally, she finds something exciting: a gaudy black silk gown covered in fuchsia and green sequins. Its like some grandmothers dress that she wore to Vegas, Hultquist saysand, apparently, this is a good thing, because she ponders buying it for $20. But the clothing archaeologist, in a rare moment of practicality, puts it back with a sigh: I always end up with stuff like that, and I never, ever wear it.