In which I live dangerously.
You know, I almost never wear white jeans. Mostly because they stress me out: I live in New York City, and I’m a massive klutz (see, for reference: the last time you saw me wear white pants on RG).
Oh yes, and the baby thing.
But I love them, I do: they just look so chic and crisp and effortless, and when they’re stretchy and lightweight and comfortable to boot, they’re such a great alternative to traditional blue denim. Also, I got all inspired by the Summertime First Dates post I put up last week.
So: I wore a pair to brunch on Saturday.
And then I ordered steak tacos.
Tell me that doesn’t give you little heart palpitations (both because of the deliciousness and the proximity of snow-white pants).
But I papered my entire body with napkins before tucking into my brunch, and all was well in the end.
See? Totally sparkling.
I love this jacket. I think that there’s absolutely no reason in the world to go buy a brand-new jean jacket (unless you’re impatient and happen to be standing inside a TopShop, in which case, sure, go for it): vintage denim is just the best. I picked up this thing at a clothing swap ages ago, and it just looks better and better as the months roll on.
On me: Vintage denim jacket, Juicy Couture sunglasses, LOFT t-shirt, Hannah Warner necklace, Alexandra Moosally “Carrot” necklace, ROXoxox neon wrap bracelet, crystal-studded Icon Bangle c/o Belargo Jewelry, Tuleste Market gold bangle, jeans c/o Sanctuary Clothing, Aldo wedges, Kenneth Cole camera bag.