I didn't actually plan this.
My pants' label, the motor oil tanks, the various health codes and property rights violations....
ohh. isn't blogging romantic?
Look at me - like a kid on a playground. Just frolicking with the fuel trucks and rusted gas canisters in my slightly revealing shirt and not-at-all revealing pants.
But seriously. Could they be any higher?
And that's me talking - queen of the high rise.
In fact, I'm quite certain that my torso is abnormally longer than 9/10 of the human population.
So evidently the former owner of these gems also belonged to that unfortunate 10%.
(so un-pc it's not even funny)
|jeans: vintage, top: H&M, boots: Jeffrey Campbell, necklace: The Limited|
The idea of high-rise pants is such an interesting one too, is it not?
I mean, they're "in" now, but are they really?
In my mind, they're only cool because of their absolute uncoolness (why I assume 'hipsters' embrace them with such fervor).
But were they actually the low-rise skinny jeans of the 80s/early 90s?
And if so, what were the low-rise skinny jeans??
British drug addict fare???
Ok. I'm done.