Monday, 6 May 2013

boyfriend jeans.

i think the irony of a single girl like me who wears boyfriend jeans is that while she's wearing them, she sure as hell aint gonna pick up a boyfriend.

when i was in upper school, we had the choice of being in the army, navy or the r.a.f.

me and all of my friends were in the army, and every year we went on army camp to different bases around the uk. these camps were amazing. not to sound like a total cheese ball, but we still howl at the funny things that happened at the different trips we went on.

everyday, you had to wear the whole army outfit; beret, shirt, coat, pants and boots - the whole fatigue shebang.

i had very baggy army pants, so big that i could have very easily been kecked wearing them. (no doubt i was at some point.)

one day, we were in a lecture about rifles or tanks or some shit and we had been sitting through it, for like, an hour and i fell asleep. when the lecture was over and the sergeant dismissed us, i left the room and heard a loud voice shout after me;

OI BUNCHES; PULL YOUR PANTS UP, YOU LOOK LIKE A SACK OF SHIT.

i was bunches. my pants made me look like a sack of shit.

that's how i feel wearing these.

except i'm no longer bunches. i'm top knot.

suck on that, sarge. 

i suppose i do still look like a sack of shit, 10 years on.

tshirt - h&m
jeans - h&m
shoes - converse
necklaces - cross & marc by marc jacobs
rings - h&m
watch - tag heuer 


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