Astoria rummaged last night with Queens’ Vintage Market, digging NYC’s spring at a 30th Avenue lot. Curator Tariq Evans hawked vinyl as 300 shopped, a $5 entry grab of retro loot. It’s borough finds—pure Queens vibe, bins hot. A kid nabbed a 45; a pro scored a jacket. ‘Queens digs—this is it,’ Evans says, flipping records. The stalls turned time capsule.
The market’s fresh—March 16’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by noon. Evans, a LIC picker; last night’s crowd hit max—cash buzzed. A latecomer nabbed a spot; dust flew—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—past ruled. #QueensVintage trended; Brooklyn wants a crate.
Some griped—’Too packed,’ sniped a newbie, dodging elbows. Wind flicked—tables held; finds rolled. A rival’s pitching a Flushing haul, splitting bins. Still, 400 stayed—treasures reigned. Astoria’s never hunted so bold.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a night sale if spring bites. ‘NYC’s past—this pulls it,’ he says, packing wares. The market’s a Queens win—grit meets old. It’s a vintage rush; catch the next. Bring a bag—deals call.