So you may or may not know that jeans are not my best friend. I'm not particularly fussed. If I didn't have a single pair of jeans in my wardrobe, I would not throw myself off a bridge. I wear them occasionally but I don't seek them out in some sort of frenzy like a lot of people do. When I took a picture of this girl, I thought 'Ok, thats it, I'm taking that attitude towards jeans!'. By that, I mean the attitude of not really caring about the perfect fit, the perfect length, the most 'in/'hip' shape or brand. These jeans are high waisted, really loose but not in that flared fashion way, completely the wrong length and not a particularly contemporary shade of denim. Somehow she rocks them and though you can't see in this bad picture, but she was wearing a cropped red jacket, socks and heels and a feathered hat and basically it all came together despite the marred jeans. These are the anti-perfect jeans. All the imperfections make them right. At least they do for me. So since I'm not really arsed about jeans, perhaps I should just go and wear 'Can't be arsed' jeans and work with them. After all, I'd take a lot more pleasure in finding the perfect outfit to work some bad jeans, than painfully trying on thousands of supposedly great jeans just to end up wearing them with a t-shirt. What can I say? I'm a denim lazy-pig...
