Isn’t this what’s all the rage these days?
Because well, we’ve had ripped jeans for so long. As for the ripped tee, I can’t ever decide if Isabel Marant did it on purpose, if it was by pure chance, or if it just happens to be the trend, or if it’s that no matter what she does, it becomes cool afterwards. Her ready-to-age shirt (first washing and huhhhp, there goes your hole) has infiltrated our closets faster than I can take off my tights.
Héhé. You know where I’m goin’, don’t cha?
Ouais. Ripped tights. But I don’t think they’d look good on me…Ok, I know it for sure and it scares the hell out of me because treading on the slippery slope of rebellion is never good. It’s like a face-lift. Okay, I’m kidding. I’d remain pure and Botox-free until…I decide otherwise. Period.
But I love me some ripped tights. Because it’s something we can do by ourselves. Because to pull them off, everything else has to be spot on. Because you need to be oozing with attitude. If not, they’re nothing but plain, old, holey tights.
On a side note, let’s talk about the gloves. I must say I have a pretty good opinion on the subject, considering the vast number I own and counting. But I leave you today to take a gander at these utterly hip and edgy driving gloves that give me the urge to speed off to a casino in a sports coupe, cruising along the Côte d’Azur with my scarf flying in the air and offering me a shield from the sunshiny rays. Say what? Sunshine, folks.
Si si, I swear to you. It exists. I ran into it a few times in Rome. It sang to me, The sun’ll come out tomorrow…
It’s only a day away. Bisou!
PS : The lovely Alma (first shot) has a blog as well, find it here.
PPS : To see a whole bunch of tights artfully torn, check out Rumi !
Translation : Magali Eva Suárez & Tim Padraic Sullivan.