When a couple of months ago a vintage trader said to me, fancy coming to Hackney Flea Market I said ok why not, and I’m very glad I did. It’s not often I need an old Hungarian film poster, a copper pan, a vintage map, an old jerry can, some soviet lapel pins and a new piece of jewellery made there in front of me in one day, but if I do I know where to come . . . Stoke Newington. Well that’s the nearest station for my route.
Here in one of East London’s most diverse communities is a real gem, and as diverse as the place it sits in. Over the years the term Flea Market has become devalued by all hose fakes, the ones trying to be something they are not. Well not this one its a bona fide authentic Flea Market. In a church hall with loads of little stalls selling some great wears it lives up to the term.
As a lover of jumble sales and a digger of hidden bargains, the church hall is the veritable light bulb to my moth. Fill it with a mix of housewares, fashion, and pencils with rude sayings and I’m happy. As you know I’m a real stickler for customer service and we can tick that box. Each trader I have spoken to has been friendly, warm, and as helpful as can be. A case would be the guy who sells vintage maps, helping my friend find a better map of her home area than the one she had picked up as a christmas present, helping make the perfect gift.
It’s an Aladdin’s cave of goodies, one that I cannot recommend highly enough, and the street its on is fantastic, loads of independent shops, cafes, bars and boutiques to make a real day out for you.
A quick note, this is where I found Promises Promises and you can read that review here
So all in all, this has fast become a fave in my 5 or 6 visits, and you really MUST go. I’ll be back over and over, and I still need to check out the art and record fairs they have as well.