Weekday Warrior

Joe Fresh shirt // vintage thrifted blazer // thrifted purse // vintage jeans // vintage loafers // vintage cutlery pins

Who knew that my eternal search for the perfect denim pant would end with a pair of jeans from America's finest purveyors of motorcycles and motorcycle parts and motorcycle-related goods and apparel? I find it very funny that these jeans are actually from Harley Davidson, because they're the exact cut I've been looking for: high-waisted with a straight (not flared, not skinny) leg. When rolled up they actually look kind of cute and nerdy.

I picked them out of a stack of old Bongo's and Levi's at Vacation, and even thought they fit wonderfully, I hesitated when I spotted the tag. Fashion's continued appropriation of motorcycle culture is on the verge of critical mass, and I'm sure that I could, in good conscience, participate in its continued proliferation (these are the kinds of abstract notions of dress I try to avoid, but inevitably fall into, thus setting off a temporary paralysis of the fashion-blogging muscle). The moto jacket became a fashion item decades ago, and I consider it a classic, but we're still trying  to come up with ways of be-jazzling to the verge of recognizability. Don't get me wrong, there are amazing and even subversive ways of doing it, I just think we've near exhausted them. Motorcycle culture is still a living, breathing, real-ass thing. I wonder what all of this looks like to them? I guess it doesn't matter. Besides, the only enthusiast anyone would mistake me for in this getup is an antiques enthusiast.

And they wouldn't be mistaken at all.