Nothing says Summer like the colour white, denim shorts and breezy t-shirts. Put them all together and what do you have? An all white outfit that’s fresher than Mentos, and what’s Mentos? It’s the fresh maker. Duh.
If you’re going to tackle the white short look, the most important thing is the fit. Go for something higher waisted and looser around the leg. White shorts can go from relaxed and casual to working the corner, quicker than you can say “how much?”. Leave the platforms at home, wear them with a loose t-shirt and a pair of casual slides and you are on the summery, sandy road to crisp white freshness.
*Disclaimer: Wearing white shorts will automatically attract food and drink to the area. Wear with caution.
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It’s no word of a lie that the majority of my wardrobe is black, grey and white. Why? I’m not really sure, perhaps it was all the horrible colour choices I made in the 90’s and early 00’s. However, I do make a couple of exceptions to the colour rule, special occasions and denim.
With that in mind, here we are at day 2 of 5, featuring the newest addition to my denim family, the Zara Basic Dept Z1975 light washed jean. As with most of my denim companions, they didn’t last long before I got stuck into them with my dressmaking scissors.
Over the past few years I’ve developed a weird aversion to wearing unripped denim. I instinctively feel the need to ruin them immediately, almost like a right of passage, or a battle wound that they can brag about to their other denim counterparts. It’s the same sort of feeling you get with new shoes, I just want to run around in the dirt and make them look old.
You’d think after 13 pairs of jeans I would have a strategy, a special technique I could perhaps share with you? Sure, It’s a 3 step process really. Get your notebooks out, you’re going to want to write this down…
1) Pick a random spot, cut into it with my scissors
2) Rip open with hands (strangely satisfying)
3) Hope that I haven’t just ruined my brand new pair of jeans.
What can I say, I live on the edge.
No regrets. Mostly.
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.