Will I ever get sick of denim? It seems like a fat chance. Even beyond prosaic, straight blue jeans — what has become a dual-gender wardrobe “staple” — it occurs to me almost every time I wear it that denim, like the model co-worker, will never let you down. It will collaborate with you, often hide your blunders, and sometimes even cover your ass.
This theory was only further cemented when I set out to make like Man Repeller (the site, not person) and wear my denim jacket three ways. By placing it over my shoulders and calling it a “a way,” I could have easily cloaked an avalanche of different outfits but this is about utilizing the jacket creatively. Like it’s not just a jacket. It’s a passport. One that officiates your stance as a global citizen of a world made from study cotton twill.
In look #1 I wore the jacket as a blouse buttoned to its collar. Then I popped them collars and placed an ivory double breasted blazer over the jacket and allowed for the denim to peak out of the sleeves. I tucked the front into these crazy-ass peplum pants because they are black, kind of big and baggy at the top and therefore created no such illusion of questionable vagina junk. Then I walked across the same quarter of a sidewalk for about 15 strolls so that you could get a whiff of the outfit’s movement. In the event you’re curious about the pants: they are Miu Miu and I found them at a consignment shop for (drumroll! Please!) $44.
In look #2 I am not just wearing the jacket as a jacket but as an integral part of The Canadian Tuxedo at large. Paired with meme colored denim pants, a striped sweater and a beanie, I am almost your younger brother. But with the inclusion of lipstick, a bright multi-color neckerchief, a wooden clutch that features many crystals and some white Ferragamo flats, I am either your little brother, an understudy for CATS with very chapped lips, or, you know, just myself.
And in the final look, I am the kind of woman who throws a denim jacket over her shoulders like it is fur or something equally as polarizing to reveal details about where she is going. This, of course, is to a black tie event as the silk gown skirt and dramatic winged top would suggest. The way I see it, we live in America, people, and if ever there is a societal rule that mandates one should not to wear denim is the most salient excuse to get the shit out of there.