Went crazy with bleach. And then subsequently with scissors. Rediscovered an old pair of sort of skinny jeans, that never really fit me well. Figured I got nothing to lose with these in case my bleaching experiment went off the rocker. Well, it all went OK, after I realised I purchased a wrong kind of bleach and swiftly made it to the store for a different nasty smelling chlorine bottle.
Love them with a pair of Chucks and that Topshop sweater that for a weird reason became irreplaceable. Really need to focus my attention on a different type of knitwear. It's just that this sweater is so... nothing that it generically works with whatever I have at hand.
Taking my newly ripped jeans to the Russian woods. Loving the untouched wildness and this surreal beauty. Cold easily spend a day walking around here.



















