Saturday, 30 August 2008

On denim. On denim.

Well, it's official, I may just eat my hat (beret, natch). Not only is stonewashed denim in, but the cardinal sin DENIM ON DENIM was also strangely de rigeur for the summer festivals.

Obviously no-one is saying that ressing like Jeremy Clarkson will get you fashion kudos. Nuh. As much as it pains me to say it you've got to be a hideously skinny scene kid to pull this one off. Why do I bother indeed.

Anyway wear with that "Cocaine" t-shirt I kepe saying everywhere, or any vaguely ironic metal band shirt (remember they have to be in white, gosh). Brown shoes (or battered CT's) brown bag, matted hair, headband, gold jewellery... you see where I'm going with this guys, since I can't be bothered raiding VICE for photos.

Everything should be tight fitting of course. Or else you really will look like a Top Gear presenter. Yuck.

Also in, pastel shades, and lots of, thank Vampire Weekend for all this. Also doc martens are back, so fucking back you don't even know.

And finally, my animal jumpers thing is totally catching on, I saw none other than Alice Glass wearing one backstage for Digitalism at Leeds. Believe.

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