Belinda Evans posted on February 14, 2010 13:22
Last week, on a balmy summer night, around 60 of Melbourne’s most stylish guys and girls gathered at Bella Union. Arms full of unwanted clothing, they were all there for one reason - to see if they could snaffle up that once-in-a-lifetime piece from someone else’s wardrobe.
Trading their stash for a handful of buttons, they headed to the bar for a glass of bubbly to quell their nerves.
Behind closed doors, pieces were shuffled and sorted. Eager eyes awaited the reveal of the collection. As it was finally wheeled out, the excitement was building.
The seasoned swappers knew the game already, quickly scanning the racks for potential treasures and positioning themselves appropriately. Newcomers picked up on this quickly, and followed.
The host gave the word, and the real fun began. If you have never been to a clothes swap, you are missing out on quite an experience. Clothes fly, squeals of delight are entwined with sighs of disappointment. Designer and vintage, classic and high fashion, all are welcomed and desired alike.
As the frenzy died down, there were smiles all around. Sixty girls and two guys left just as they came in, arms full of clothing. Now, however, the clothes were ‘new’. It seems that that one’s person’s trash really is another’s treasure.
Image courtesy of That's Melbourne.