My car is a 1959 Humber Super Snipe. They only made 8,000 originally, and there are only 60-100 left today. You’d think it’s pretty valuable; it was above the Jaguar in its day, but now it’s only worth about 1/10th of what a Jaguar is. It’s a limousine, it’s got picnic table in the back; the wife doesn’t come with it! These were all chauffeur-driven at the time. It’s quite rare.

I moved out to London six years ago, from the south coast. I didn’t know what to do with all my classic cars, so I sold them. Then after a while I started looking ‘round again, and found this one in Great Yarmouth. I’ve had to work on it – all the paintwork had gone dull, so I keep polishing it. Never respray a car – it’ll make it look too clean, and looks horrible in sunlight, because all other parts that haven’t been redone look out of place. Makes it look a bit fake.

The way I dress? I’ve always been into the 1950s. In that time, people looked after each other. People had manners. I’ve gone to rock’n’roll nights for 30 years, and I’ve only ever seen 3 punch-ups. It just doesn’t happen. I don’t have a lot of time for the modern day. People think it’s ok to spit on the pavement. No, it’s not.

If I could go back in time, I might go to the 1950s, but only to London – everywhere else was probably pretty grim. But the 60s were probably fantastic. I’d want to be in the 60s, but as a 50s guy!
— Mike
My headdress? I made it myself. I found the base in the street, in Brick Lane, and then I added fake flowers from the Pound shop, and these skulls are Christmas decorations that I stitched into it. All my jewellery is made out of recycled and upcycled materials – mainly toys. Especially dolls and Barbies, and some dinosaurs, Lego and farm animals. I find the dolls in charity shops, flea markets, from friends. Half my time is spent sourcing the items, and the other half is spent making them.

I’m inspired by my childhood; I’m really nostalgic. I like to give this feeling to people, too – when they see one of my items, they say “Oooh, I used to have that Barbie!”, or “I used to play with Lego all the time”. The people who buy my items are older women who are kind of eccentric. They’re not afraid anymore, they don’t care about what people think of them anymore. They like to express their style, and they have a bit more money than students or young people.

I like things with a story. I dress vintage, all my clothes are vintage. With my jewelry, I reuse it to give it another life. Some people say, “Oh my God, you kill Barbies!” and I say no, I give them another life. I can’t play anymore, so I want to carry them with me. Kids often ask me if I’m a fairy.
— Anne-Sophie
I’ve been here two or three times now. I come for the vintage bargains, but also for the people. A lot of the London and UK vintage scene come here. You get to see something you haven’t seen for ages, meet people you haven’t seen for ages.

I source my clothing at places like this, and at festivals, or on Etsy and eBay. Every now and again you get lucky on there. This is a union-labelled suit from around 1939. The jacket is modern, but in an old-style, the hat was a boot sale purchase, and the glasses are from a company called Dead Men’s Spex. They sell genuine old glasses – these are apparently late Victorian.

After a goth phase in my teens, I moved into this during University. It’s quite a big leap, but it’s slightly easier to get a job. I work as a trainee lawyer at the moment. A lot of people expect to be in pinstripes anyway, so it works pretty well.

It started as a form of escapism, but at some time it moulds into your every day life, and then is just that – your life. Really often people on the street will tell me they love my costume. But these are just my clothes! So it’s not an escape, it’s my life.

There’s definitely a kinship you feel with the other people here. I come here as much for the people as I do for the clothes. It doesn’t really matter what era people are into.
— Ian
I find my clothes all over the place. I’ve been doing re-enacting now since I was a child. I’ve gone from medieval Britain and worked my way up. This takes a big toll on me financially, always has done. I’m a retired postman. I’ve always been a history buff. I used to do school talks and lectures.

If I could pick a time to live in, it’d be between 1914 and 1945. People react in different ways when they see us on the street. Just yesterday, a guy on a tour bus pointed at me, and said “Oh look! There’s an ancient!”
— Gary
This is an original 1955 Chevy Bel Air. We bought it off a friend of mine in Texas; we’ve only changed the wheels and tyres to get it to drive on our roads, and a clear coat of lacquer to preserve it, that’s it. We don’t want to restore it, because it’s only original once.

I’m nearly 56 now, and I’ve had American cars since I’ve been 18. I’ve had hundreds of them. The first I had was a sixties Cadillac, a white one. At the minute I’ve got about 9 or 10 of them. We go out to the States and bring them back. They’re more of an investment in one of these cars then on your money in the bank. We also go out to the States to find specific cars for people. We make their dreams come true, cars they’ve wanted all their lives. When we deliver the cars, our customers are often in tears.

People always appreciate nostalgic stuff. They’ll walk past our stand and say, “Oh, my gran had one of them!” It takes a lot of people back to their childhood.

I’d love to live in the 50s. It was the simpler times. Everyone’s got a comfort year, and I’ve always been in the fifties. Friends of ours, everything in their house is pure fifties, including this huge American telly, but they’ve had a modern telly put in the cabinet. So you look at it, and it’s all as it should be, 1950s, but the inside is modern.
— Al