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This story is part of Image\u2019s March Outside<\/a> issue, a celebration of the Los Angeles outdoors and the many lives to be lived under its unencumbered sky.<\/p>\n

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There are old family photos of house parties from the \u201970s that I like to stare at, of my uncles looking suave posing in a living room like they\u2019re at the club about to take over the dance floor. Today, I\u2019m thinking of them and of the exaggerated lapels on their leisure suits, of unbuttoned shiny shirts showing hints of a sun-kissed chest, and of a baby blue suit worn with a relaxed brown polo tucked in. As I walk through the Cosmo Plaza Food Court at 935 Santee St., where I parked my car on the roof, I pass a group of young girls eyeing the cotton candy quincea\u00f1era dresses and a pair of tourists pointing to their next destination. It\u2019s a warm Friday afternoon in Santee Alley<\/a> and I\u2019m searching for some menswear.<\/p>\n

\u201cSe encuentra algo like this?\u201d I ask store owner Pedro Ramirez of RJ Suits located on 1138 S. Santee Alley. We huddle around my phone as I show him images of Bad Bunny<\/a> in the music video \u201cNUEVAYoL\u201d and Don Johnson in a pastel linen suit from an episode of \u201cMiami Vice.\u201d Ramirez looks up at his crowded inventory of electric, sequined imported ensembles and starts pulling suits down for me. Across the way, a salesperson calls out to pedestrians to come in to visit her shop. A man in a lowrider bike weaves through the crowd while another merchant blows bubbles to the delight of little kids.<\/p>\n

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Just a few weeks before, in January, federal immigration officers stood menacingly on the corner of Maple Avenue and 11th Street. No one was taken but the damage was done that day with vendors locking their doors to protect themselves. Compared to even last summer, it\u2019s much quieter now, with fewer customers looking for bargains and crowding shoulder to shoulder. Yet the Alley persists in spite of all this. The 150 shops are a vital source of livelihood for many and an illustration of resilience. Santee Alley was born out of unconventionality with its makeshift stores designed to break retail rules. It is a place unlike any other in L.A., where customers can imagine sartorial possibilities that reflect back the uniqueness of our city\u2019s inhabitants. Come ready to shed any rigid assumptions and play.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is very fancy,\u201d Ramirez says as he shows me a soft, teal blazer covered with floral appliqu\u00e9s. Ramirez started selling in Santee Alley 25 years ago, when, he recalls, stores sold designer labels at cost and most merchants were Iranian not Latino. Now the alley has more of a swap meet feel, he says. I give the blazer a try.<\/p>\n

Santee Alley, a.k.a. Los Callejones, may be nestled in the Fashion District but the place has its own DNA, unpretentious with its kaleidoscope of items to buy, from scented oils to lingerie to work uniforms. Santee came into existence in the mid-to-late 1970s for apparel businesses to sell their overstock items on the weekends. Now open 365 days, as the sign on Olympic Boulevard states, Santee Alley is our very own bazaar. Come with cash. Haggle if you want. Listen to the cumbia by young singer Estevie dedicated to the alley to get you prepped. \u201cBarato pero me siento caro.\u201d Yes. Cheap but leave feeling rich.<\/p>\n

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The first time I visited Santee Alley was 20 years ago when I moved to Los Angeles from the Bronx, New York. I didn\u2019t have a sense of direction, always felt lost. Downtown was a labyrinth to me, but when I hit Santee Street and Olympic Boulevard, everything clicked into place. With its overly sensory stimulation and DIY retail spaces, Santee Alley reminded me of home. Reggaeton and banda music blared from the stores while I stocked up on the essentials: gold hoops, baseball hats and workwear to set me up in my new life. Throughout the years, Santee Alley has become a place for me to bring closer the family I left, a space where I can unabashedly experiment with my style through their selection of menswear.<\/p>\n

When I was in high school, hip-hop was my soundtrack. We didn\u2019t have much money, so I \u201cshopped\u201d in my father\u2019s closet. I wore his Fila blue sweater with the F logo prominent and all the guys at school wanted to cop it. Meanwhile, my father was wondering why his blazers were going missing. Back then, dressing in menswear made me feel safe<\/a>. The oversize blazers conjured up armor for the streets, as in, we\u2019re outside taking care of business. I want to go back to that feeling. At Sinai Blankets on 1219-B Santee Alley, I try on a couple of Dickies shorts<\/a> in a khaki color, extra stiff, while making a mental note of the Ben Davis workwear jackets displayed on the walls.<\/p>\n

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When I see Paulina L\u00f3pez-Vel\u00e1zquez co-owner of Mexican restaurant Guelaguetza<\/a>, she tells me she shops at the Alley for her monthly party, I Love Micheladas<\/a>. She gravitates toward \u201csuper banda\u201d outfits, shiny shirts with floral prints worn over jorts. \u201cThe stuff that I wear is for men, and I just reinvent it and reimagine it,\u201d she says. L\u00f3pez-Vel\u00e1zquez moved to L.A. from Oaxaca 30 years ago, when she was 13. \u201cAny space that makes me feel connected or at home or makes me feel like I belong, because this is my people, I love to be there. And Santee Alley is one of those places.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Alley may feel like a chaotic space, but it\u2019s about tapping in to this emotional dance to evoke the familiar. A memory is unlocked in a pair of slouchy carpenter pants and delicate stacks of golden jewelry, and the longing for home is temporarily satiated.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m shopping alongside a young college student who says she drove in from the Bay Area not knowing what to expect on her first visit. She admires the range of ranchero wear and tells me she\u2019s looking for something fun to wear to go dancing later in the week. We both eye the big belt buckles. There\u2019s also a nice selection of long-sleeved, men\u2019s guayabera shirts, imported from Mexico, that would look great over a flowy skirt, I suggest. Nearby, two girls try on cowboy hats available in vibrant hues. In this moment, I can\u2019t imagine a narrative where Santee Alley ceases to exist. Recent raids may try to instill fear, but this special communal space feels impervious to such weak displays. To lose it would mean to vanish a snapshot of what makes this city glorious.<\/p>\n

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Heading back toward Olympic, I enter David Apparel on 1019 Santee St. The menswear collection here is sporty with Gucci-esque matching outfits and dressy shirts emblazoned with lions. The last purchase I bought there was a tracksuit with green, red and blue stripes on the sides. Whenever I wear it I feel like Colin Farrell in the movie \u201cThe Gentlemen.\u201d In the far corner of the store, a father with his son negotiates a price for a button-up while the song \u201cTe Bot\u00e9\u201d by Ozuna plays loudly from a hidden speaker.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby, la vida e\u2019 un ciclo.\u201d Bad Bunny raps his verse on the song reminding me of how life is a circle. I\u2019m told linen suits will be coming in soon in the pastel colors I\u2019m looking for. I pull a brown polo shirt from an overstuffed rack and press it against me. I check myself out in the mirror and wonder, would the uncles approve?<\/p>\n

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Lilliam Rivera is an award-winning author of fiction. <\/p>\n