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3 Non-Sparkly Holiday Outfits

Sparkle is not the first choice for the lot of us who don’t look toward glitz for our regular party outfits.  Plus, when everyone at a fete is bound to be wearing the same disco-ball outfit, it’s high time for a switch-up.  There’s holiday cheer outside of the sparkle, ladies — you’ve just got to look for […] Read More

Winter Wear

Mother Earth has decided that it’s time for snow in here Toronto. Time for chunky wool socks, oversized jackets and boots.  Stay warm out there vintage nuts.   Read More

Kensington Market: New Addition

Anyone who associates vintage stores with dusty knick knacks and racks of unloved clothing should visit Kensington Market’s newest addition, A Homerun. Creativity oozes from the wooden walls of 165 Augusta Ave, where planters hang from the ceiling, clothes are merchandised in old lockers from the gym down the street, Jameson whiskey bottles are used […] Read More

Happy Birthday Rebena!

Happy 2nd Birthday to the darlin’ Rebena – it’s amazing to look back on the two years gone by.  Thank you to the vintage community for engaging in a sustainable economy.  A big thank you to our customers for feeding Rebena’s vintage addiction.  Annnd a huge fat thank you to Rebena’s friends ‘n’ fam for all […] Read More

Uggly Truth

The next time you are looking at those knock off UGG boots and thinking about how nice they would feel on your feet, think about this article and you will not be feeling so cozy. Rebena also found in through research a released video showing sickening scenes of these dogs being skinned alive on a […] Read More

Fuzzy Thoughts In Paris

Rebena`s favorite fuzzy Fall look worn by Anais Pouliot – an amazing French Canadian model.  Photograph by Victor Demarchelier for Antidote, Fall 2013/Winter 2014 The Paris Issue.  Ahh..  Paris has never ceased to inspire. Read More
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