This weekend I took a little field trip to the famed Rose Bowl Flea Market to get some props for my Editorial project. I’ve been hearing about this monthly event since I moved here, but never thought much of it or had the time. Turns out it’s GIGANTIC. I was on a deadline so I didn’t get to browse like I wanted to, but hopefully next time I’ll get a chance to do some serious treasure hunting.

The flea market is held in the parking lots surrounding the famous stadium. Cars and gates and police officers are everywhere. It’s $8 to get in, but a lot cheaper than a day at Disneyland.

I acquired two plastic steeds to photograph for class (post coming soon), and used the rest of my energy taking pictures of nick nacks.

The collections of weird things were astounding. Here you can see an assortment of scissors of various lengths. Some other highlights included a box of sheriff badges and a whole booth devoted to vintage Playboys.

I want–nay I NEED this gold chair. Doesn’t everyone?

Too bad my house is already decorated to the gills–some of these little chotchkies would fit right in.