My brother asked me today why I was wearing my jeans 'up there', before telling me I looked like an American from the 90's. I looked down, hoping he was right, and saw my vintage 501's covering me from just below my belly button to just above my ankle. cuffs rolled up, faded just so by their previous owner(s?), they put a grin on my face as thoughts of Alexander Wang, Americana and mussed up, plaited hair slid attractively into my mind, single file like the models on that dear man's catwalk.
Now, I know that if I were a true Wang Girl, I would be lusting after black with a hint of black, a la Autumn/Winter 2010 (for the record, I am: that boy's cigarette pants are to die for); but the sheer number of wang plaits adorning heads when I leave my house convinces me that, although very very old news in fashiony circles, the styling here still appeals. And so I am continuing my search for a pair of double waisted, slouchy, sporty pants on the high street with renewed fervour, and until I find them, I will carry on wearing my levis, which I love, and God bless America.
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