That means Denim too.
Can I tell you something? No, it’s not (yet) another sordid broadcast secret, pinkie swear. Here’s the thing. Up until, hmmm, a year or two ago, I never ever EVER wore blue. I promise I’m telling the truth. I felt so utterly uncomfortable in that colour. It made me uneasy, squeamish even, and I was convinced blue made me look as attractive as a dried-up, week-old coconut husk, like the ones you occasionally stumble upon whilst attempting a romantic sunset stroll along the beach.
Blue just wasn’t for me.
And don’t even get me started on denim.
I’d have frightful flashbacks of lumberjack moments. Or, worse still, farm hands back in Borneo who went for days with nary a shower nor a toothbrush. We shan’t even dissect the topics of proper plumbing and sanitary toilet facilities, or the lack thereof. I realise I’m exaggerating, bordering on hallucinating perhaps, but this fear is as real to me as yours are to you, my friend. For whatever the reason, blue (for me) was denim, and denim scared me.
But there is something which often gets the best of fear. Something which makes us, or maybe it’s just me, conquer that which unsettles and intimidates us, and sally forth. I’m talking about vanity. The desire to puff out our chests and strut. To peacock. To parade. To look good in the eyes of others. Yes indeed, vanity easily trumps sanity, and, in my case, trounces my fear of D-E-N-I-M. Completely crushes it.
AND KICKS ITS ASS TO THE CURB.
What, you might be asking, was the catalyst behind this warrior moment?
Yes, as simple as that. A trend. More specifically, the denim on denim trend I’ve been seeing mushroom across the pages of style influencers who matter. The blogs of those whose sartorial choices go a long way towards dictating what the rest of us mere mortals will purchase and add to our wardrobes in the seasons to come. Whilst I’ll never cease to preach that style is ageless, it doesn’t mean I shan’t deign to attempt what appears to be the coolest new kid on the block now, yes? I mean, being stylish (no matter one’s age) involves spirit and moxie, and the willingness to just
do try it.
Even if only once.
SO HERE I STAND.
Denim bomber jacket. Denim button-down shirt. And denim jeans. With dragon-scale gladiator heels and a milk carton bag to boot. I’ve been told it’s lactose free.
p/s photos by Sofia Touassa
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