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.