the boyfrenemy debate

As I mercilessly hacked at the umpteenth pair of jeans in my closet last week… I held off from monkeying around with one special pair.

A classic. The skinny-cut boyfriend. Best find yet.

Perfectly oversized, comfortably loose and pleasingly distressed. This silhouette is a go-to for me. So yes, I’m reluctant to start hacking at a classic and slaughter the best boyfriend (sorry J) I ever had. Boyfrenemy tactics like that can keep. I’ve not hunted half the earth for a ‘perfect-fit’ only to potentially force ’em into early retirement when team trim-and-frayed goes out of flavour.

I feel a sort of responsibility to save some favourites from the wrath of fashion-cruelty. Don’t get me wrong, I consider myself a bit of frayed-hem officiendardo – street-style is my jam after all. But like any irreversible upgrade, I know where to stop… stick those Hindmarch stickers on someone else’s Céline.

Do you have a beloved pair of jean threads you’re just not quite ready to go all the Edward Scissorhanding way with?

Let’s connect #boyfrenemy.

L x