You know what’s great about Fridays in June?
Unofficially, they’re like the antithetical third day of the acknowledged-by-the-Gregorian-calendar-as-we-know-it weekend.
This is technically more impressive than the Fridays of July because by then, the wheels of summer are in motion and we’ve become so well acclimated to our newfangled three days conceivably off that they start to seem like a God given right.
By August, we’re gearing up for the September that invariably follows (live a little, calendar! Throw us a curveball in the form of a July re-do!), and therefore, too, the end of our proverbial book report extensions (you know what I mean, right?).
So in this sweet spot — these magical Fridays that still find us at work though not really working — stationed between our respective senses of entitlement and the beginning of the end of our long weekends, let’s do what we can to keep the hours left indoors interesting and the inspiration that transcends physical location at an all time spectacular.
Up this week is a reliable glance through the denim look book of our lives, starring though not exclusively featuring Marilyn Monroe, Freja Beha and the very reliable Levi Strauss. An important question to consider is this: will we ever get sick of denim?
I’ll let you be the judge.