This past weekend I went to the Green Mountain Film Festival which shows old films, new films, documentaries and independent films from all over the world in a very casual, small town kind of way. You can get your tickets on line, because some films do sell out, and stroll around Vermont's capital in between showings, looking at old records...
in a store which also happens to double as a vintage clothing store...
or go to One More Time, an amazing consignment store, filled with leather jackets,
Montpelier attracts a sort of crowd that I call genuinely concerned white people. It was still cold in late March, but the locals don't mind. They put on their winter jackets, hats, scarves, gloves and Sorel boots which they don't seem to mind wearing into June if need be. They do the vintage crunchy look without the self awareness I find so wearing in a place like Williamsburg, Brooklyn where I had just been the previous weekend. In the local bookstore I stumbled upon a book that seemed to sum up the place quite well:
And these magnets await you at the checkout:
Yay Montpelier! A state capital that fights off chain stores, known for its unique status of being the only state capital sans Macdonald's and Starbucks. We could be in 1970s America, but wearing the latest technical fleece because these people are hard core outdoorsy.
