In the third of an ongoing, unofficial series called The Denim PSA, here’s one more nod to the powers that be at the helm of the J.Crew/Madewell engine. With warm weather on the ever-distant yet somehow imminent horizon (how many times can I reference a season on the imminent horizon before one of you come after me with a machete?) but legs still pastier than cold tomato sauce, there is just one corrective that can successfully medicate the transition and that is, of course, white jeans.
You have either read me compare them to bread or lied about reading my comparison to bread. You have seen me put them under dresses, go monochrome like a powdery cloud and draw nonsensical semblances to George Zimmer.
But today, today I commend a J.Crew drop that puts the cool in culotte, the kruh in cropped and the eeeeee! in jeans. Because the only thing better than forfeiting pants altogether is finding the single pair that will make you want to wear them all over again, enter the photographed pair.
They’re short enough to show a dynamic shoe and high waisted enough to cover both your belly button and the hottest nightclub in town: FUPA.
If you’re going to get them, which I do hope you are, I suggest playing the length game and pairing them with a robe de chambre or shirtdress worn open with a t-shirt underneath it, similar to the way it’s styled here. You can, of course, always turn onto the J.Crew freeway and drive their indigenous stripes home, but the pants are a good lesson in debunking the stereotypes of a garment’s place de naissance, so go crazy and let your uterus trick passersby into thinking that you’re about to have a baby — their best feature, of course, being that they advocate for the consumption of ice cream. So, are you sold yet?