Brooklyn.
So, as mentioned, I was in New York last week for work. Zach tagged along and we stayed through the weekend to maximize our fun. On our last day we headed to Brooklyn to check out a flea market there.
I was actually scared about going to Brooklyn. Literally all week people kept saying to me, “You’re not going to Brooklyn right?” It turns out that Brooklyn is a lot like shopping at American Apparel or Urban Outfitters, at least the area we were in. Still kind of scary, but not in a dangerous way.
Here’s a wide view of the Brooklyn Flea. It was huge. Most booths were crafts or food, but several had antiques. The first one I went in had tons of plastic toy soldiers and old typography letters.
I was hoping I would find some Marx figures but gave up pretty quickly because most of the figures were broken and chewed. I did buy some letters that spell out our last name:
The best find by far was this weird handmade horse toy/figure/thing. It is made from real horse hide and hair, which I am sure most people would find horrifying.
The guy selling this said that it came from the estate of a mortician, and that he made it for his children. This could be a total lie. Here is the man who was selling the horse:
I tried SO HARD to barter with him, and only got him down $5. I brought Zach over to look at the horse, thinking he might talk me out of it, but in the end, Zach loved the horse too. He now lives on top of Zach’s piano in our living room.
-Erin
Update from Sarah: I’ve been there before and some of that food is dope.