Vintage Portland Fall Fashion

Sugar Mountain Vintage Look Book

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Fall's Grand Ballroom

I’ll Put A Vintage Trinket On

Only one day of partial sun this week and we used it to the full. I teamed up with a local shop, Sugar Mountain Vintage, to take some photos around a peaceful new find in the Portland Parks palette. The co-owner of Sugar Mountain Vintage, Hannah Humphries, saved some of her choicest vintage fall fashion for the lovely affair.

Female Owned Local Business

Hannah celebrates ten years of Portland living this month. Like a true Portlander, she’s worked all kinds of jobs. Thankfully, she settled down in her niche as a vintage shop owner. Sugar Mountain Vintage opened its doors in the summer of 2015, after Hannah and her partner, Jamie, took their passion for vintage fashion to the next level and signed a lease in the heart of NE Portland.

High Quality Never Goes Out Of Style

The clothing & decorative items selected for the shop will last into your next fashion decade. Hannah has a keen eye for durability, quality, fine details and good design. Shopping with your values is easy here.

Buyer beware: Hannah loves eavesdropping on your stories of heartache and love for material things. You can often find her at the shop greeting customers, merchandising the goods or just shooting the breeze about the kinds of things hip ladies breeze about. And, did I mention that Hannah keeps the thrift in thrifting? This place is serious about maintaining price points that are affordable. Long live Portland vintage fashion!

A Fall Tea Party

We filled an old school thermos with some local tea from Smith Teamaker and enjoyed a quick romp through the Columbia Children’s Arboretum with our gorgeous models, Yohanna & Rylie.

The sunny day, the trees, the leaves, the clothes. It was all so inspiring! I couldn’t help but wax poetic with the help of Emily Dickinson.

Enjoy!

III. Nature XXVIII. Autumn

By Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry’s cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

I’ll put a trinket on.

 

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