Jeans, guys. Jeans.

Guess what this post is about?

Nailed it. 

Look at you, you little overly-perceptive kid, you. 

Seriously, though. 

Jeans. 

I don't think there's anything on Earth that can give you the same inner tingly feeling as a perfectly-fitting pair of well-made jeans.

And why?

Is this something cultural? Do jeans hold the same significance in say, Mozambique, as they do in the U.S.? Does a country in which denim is not the signature cultural fabric lack the same visceral reaction to the glory that is the ideal, perky butt, long-leg inducing, 90s-Britney-Speaks-off-duty look that is the quintessential American denim silhouette?

I couldn't say. 

What I can say, is that ever since I was a wee 5th grader on the hunt for a particular (Gap?) pair of multi-colored patchwork over-exaggerated denim flares, I've had a particular interest in the confidence laying latent said fabric. 

And even if I've spent the last couple of years straying from this initial fascination (in favor of more effort-filled looks), the introduction of a few new fantastically flattering denim brands has begun to lead me back to my proverbial roots. 

I also find that jeans are one of those few items I can be swayed to buy with a little well-placed celebrity/blogger endorsement. 

Maybe it's because they can't really be all that different from one another in make-up, so they have to be in image.

Which is probably why I still kinda (really) wanna look like this: 

jeans: MOTHER denim "The Runaway" in Graffiti Girl via iona, shirt: Anthropologie, shoes: Colin Stuart

Can you tell?

Cheers.

Photos by Shoaib