For those who’ve faithfully digested everything I’ve written since the early days, you’re aware that jeans hardly make an appearance on this blog. If ever. I mean there was that occasion when Ann and I emulated the Man Repeller, making through 5 whole days with zero sighting of denim (yes, it was SO unbelievably hard) which, technically, reaffirms my lack of a relationship with denim. Oh oh and there’s that time when The Fab 40s strutted in individual interpretations of Marsala with Denim. I chose the footwear route. So yes, Sheela isn’t much of a denim aficionado.
Thankfully the global denim jeans market (which is projected to hit USD$65 billion by year’s end) is bursting at the seams with fans, ever ready and willing to don the blue, and with great panache too.
Don’t get me wrong. I do own jeans. One pair. Levis. Bootcut. Purchased in 2005. And while they do a wondrous job in making my 5 foot frame look a lot longer, leaner, taller, I’m simply not crazy over denim. I believe it has to do with my being different as a teenager and, as such, intentionally amping up that difference by conspicuously choosing to not wear what others were. Yes, I think that might be it. It would be just like me to go against the grain to prove a point.
That said, I’d been wanting to feature some denim for the blog for a bit now but I was determined that it wouldn’t be in the traditional sense of the word, i.e., skinnies, and that it would be with an evening vibe.
Voila. An ubiquitous strapless Black Maxi in Jersey (with pockets!!) gets a little dose of something something with a thrifted Denim Ombré Button-Down Shirt.
I feel all sorts of love for this shirt.
The cut is boyfriend without being overtly baggy (read: it’s not a shapeless sack which simply fails to work for my vertically-challenged frame). It’s obscenely soft. That ombré effect? Precious. And since it’s thrifted (from @mcnubbin on Poshmark), it cost me nothing short of a song ($20, to be precise).
Look at those heels!! They’re Velvet and so sexy and they have ruffles all over, and they were a gift from my man. Incidentally, the maxi is from Poshmark too. I shop there a lot.
Look at the expression in my eyes. Deer caught in headlights – I’m in shock to be caught wearing denim, and in public too. Let’s talk a little about that clutch (I tucked the shoulder straps inwards). It’s a stunning masterpiece of Vintage Genuine Vegan Leather & Suede from the house of Charles Jourdan. There’s something incredibly appealing about a bold in-your-face geometric pattern-blocking motif, set within an uber feminine silhouette as evidenced here. Those colours, too, are powerful without being aggressive.
Subtle with nary a trace of wallflower syndrome.
It was a rather sweltering evening when we did this shoot yet my make-up stayed and stayed beautifully, courtesy of Youngblood Cosmetics’ Purely The Basics Mineral Kit. More about that, their holiday specials, and why I’m infatuated with the line, later. Full disclosure here. The Youngblood team very kindly gifted me with samples of their products for the purposes of a review. That being said, all my words and expressions and opinions remain mine, and mine alone.
So you there.
You must own more denim than I do. Which is your ultimate, absolute fave denim piece?
p/s photos by Eve
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