There’s something magical about shopping for second hand clothes; it’s a treasure hunt for a hidden gem and when you find something, you cherish it forever. Since I was a young girl, I’ve always loved second-hand clothes, to me it was normal – I’d always get clothes given to me from my mum’s friend’s daughters, my brother’s friends, my brother’s girlfriends etc. and whenever my mum would give me a bag of second-hand clothes I would be so excited. Fashion has always been a lov

All words and images are by Ana Bogusky. See more from Ana here. There’s something magical about shopping for second hand clothes; it’s a treasure hunt for a hidden gem and when you find something, you cherish it forever. I did not find my frock, I inherited it. But it is the story of garments that lived a long and rich life, as well-made clothing should. It turns out that my father bought this little dress and shrug set in NYC for my grandmother for Mother’s Day in 1951 when

I confess, to having a stigma against second-hand shopping. Moreover, I have no idea exactly why I do, but it’s there. It’s all about one thing: hygiene. On the upside, I’m fighting hard to get rid of this stigma as there are very important reasons why. I didn’t grow up in a family that was into thrifting and so it didn’t generate any interest until I reached my early 20s. I accompanied friends to second-hand stores and was in awe at all the vintage things they had. But,