• Style

    We Are Den­im

    29 April 2016

    And so here they are: edgy rock­star den­im with a side of knee caps final­ly get­ting their action.

    SHOT AND STYLED BY YOURS TRU­LY FOR GLUE STORE’S DEN­IM CAM­PAIGN
    SPE­CIAL THANKS TO THE MIRAN­DA GLUE STORE TEAM FOR BEING SO HELP­FUL

    I nev­er quite grasped the entire ripped den­im craze dur­ing my child­hood years. I mean, why would I splurge on a pair of fab­ric that’s been torn apart, when my knees could be excused from form­ing chick­en skin lumps from an unbid­den breath of win­ter? Hav­ing grown up with a den­im-per­me­at­ed wardrobe, I’ve owned most shades and shapes of den­im, but it wasn’t until Glue asked me to style a den­im look for them that I realised I was still pro­tect­ing my shy lit­tle knees.

    And so here they are: edgy rock­star den­im with a side of knee caps final­ly get­ting their action.

    As funky as it was get­ting out of my com­fort­able zone, run­ning around with my bro­ken tri­pod in the tran­si­tion­al peri­od of impend­ing win­ter mad­ness wasn’t exact­ly the best Wednes­day night I had expe­ri­enced. I was sleep deprived and the thought of hav­ing a civ­il pro­ce­dures class the next morn­ing (and hav­ing done zero of the unpleas­ant amount of read­ings for it) was of no assis­tance here either. Fac­tor­ing in the dis­ap­pear­ing light by 17:20 and two day turnover, basi­cal­ly every­thing went south on me at the last minute. So nat­u­ral­ly this all leaned towards my 5am call time the next morn­ing for a sleepy-eyed sun­rise scene. All in the name of den­im and com­ing out of com­fort zones. I ain’t even mad about it.