TORN APART
ASOS T-SHIRT / PAIGE DENIM JEANS / WHISTLES CLUTCH / MONICA VINADER BRACELET / BIANCO SHOES
When I'm wearing ripped jeans, I can't help but feel like I'm being slightly rebellious and un-traditional. I was an incredibly predictable teenager, and never had that feeling that I even slightly went a little crazy, so now in my 20s - yes, I will wear a pair of ripped jeans, thank you! However, rebelliousness is defined by breaking the norms, and ripped jeans can hardly count as a rule-breaking style anymore having been around for that exact same purpose for many years. And so it goes, that in the fog of my jet lag in the middle of the night back in Melbourne, I found myself going through the drawers of my grandmother's desk, trying to find ribbon as I was wrapping a present. No luck in the ribbon search, but before I knew it, I found myself surrounded by piles of old photographs of my father's young Melbourne days. There he was, in the streets of Fitzroy with his guitar and in his ripped jeans. My late night went so late it got early, but it was so intriguing to have a peak into what the streets were like then, and slightly amusing that somehow this style then has survived throughout decades. Now, I don't want to brag, but my dad is in my opinion one of the coolest fish in the pond, so I would never be the one to rebel (I'm a peace-maker, ya' know), but I love this thought; how would you rebel against a generation of rebels? Ripped jeans? They've been there! More holes? They'd probably ask you to make them a pair! I'm left puzzled, but until I figure it out, I will keep wearing the holes in my jeans as were they my invention.
HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND
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SARAH MIKAELA
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When I'm wearing ripped jeans, I can't help but feel like I'm being slightly rebellious and un-traditional. I was an incredibly predictable teenager, and never had that feeling that I even slightly went a little crazy, so now in my 20s - yes, I will wear a pair of ripped jeans, thank you! However, rebelliousness is defined by breaking the norms, and ripped jeans can hardly count as a rule-breaking style anymore having been around for that exact same purpose for many years. And so it goes, that in the fog of my jet lag in the middle of the night back in Melbourne, I found myself going through the drawers of my grandmother's desk, trying to find ribbon as I was wrapping a present. No luck in the ribbon search, but before I knew it, I found myself surrounded by piles of old photographs of my father's young Melbourne days. There he was, in the streets of Fitzroy with his guitar and in his ripped jeans. My late night went so late it got early, but it was so intriguing to have a peak into what the streets were like then, and slightly amusing that somehow this style then has survived throughout decades. Now, I don't want to brag, but my dad is in my opinion one of the coolest fish in the pond, so I would never be the one to rebel (I'm a peace-maker, ya' know), but I love this thought; how would you rebel against a generation of rebels? Ripped jeans? They've been there! More holes? They'd probably ask you to make them a pair! I'm left puzzled, but until I figure it out, I will keep wearing the holes in my jeans as were they my invention.
HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND
X
SARAH MIKAELA
instagram | facebook | twitter
