Whether it’s couture, high end or high street, wherever you look, the 70’s trend is well and truly alive and here to stay. Yeap, they’re Ah ha ha ha stayin’ alive.
See what I did there.
You might be scared to take your first bellbottomed step into the flared universe and rightly so. This is one area that can go horribly, horribly wrong. Finding the right proportion is difficult, especially if you’re vertically challenged like me. A more high waisted fit will help elongate you while heels will be a necessity, which makes them not the most practical of jeans, but still a silhouette that can earn it’s place in your denim rotation.
They may not be everyone’s disco ticket, but they’re a good alternative shape, maybe a bench player that only really gets play time when the favourites need a break.
Your skinny jeans have been good to you, they’ve been there for every wardrobe emergency, indecisive outfit moment and the after thought of your outfit on more than one occasion. They’re tired, so give them a break and put a little flare into your life!
After a fleeting thought entered my mind that I needed a new pair of jeans, this sudden flash of brilliance soon turned to obsession as I started to scour the web for the perfect pair of denim duds to add to my collection.
After a few hours of aimless searching, I decided to re-evaluated the ratio of denim currently squished into my wardrobe. After counting at least 13 pairs of jeans and not having even touched my shorts drawer, I slowly closed all my web browsers, shut the lid of my lap top and slowly backed away…
And so begins my week in denim, where I feel it only right to pay tribute to a few of my old and new favourites every day for 5 days.
Where better to start on a horrible rainy Monday, than my oldest, most faithful pair of ripped, shredded and completely falling apart TSUBI jeans. Yes that’s right, purchased while the brand was still spelt TSUBI with a silent T, before they had to change to KSUBI with a silent K.
Starting off as a pair of very regular, black skinny jeans, enter a pair of sharp scissors and a boring day at home 5 years ago and they are now completely and purposefully ripped to shreds and literally about to split at the seams. Although loved, I feel that these puppies are well and truly about to go to denim heaven to be reunited with my old wide leg Sass and Bides and my favourite pedal pushers (yes I had more than 1 pair) from the early 90’s, along with a few other gems and train wrecks along the way. I feel i’m starting to cross the line between “derelicte” and homeless.
Rest well old friend. You were truly one of my favourites.