The new location of the Brooklyn Flea is gorgeous, and I don’t know if they got more vendors or better curating or what, but that place is seriously an absolute goldmine of unbelievable vintage junk and awesomeness and seems way better than I remembered it to be — my boyfriend and I spent like an hour debating that “Zebra Section” sign and almost bought a bunch of those 60s deadstock office supplies up there too.  (Though all I ended up getting was an awesome vegan hotdog.)