Unfortunately I didn't invent the caption above - it happens to be the mantra of French denim hipsters April 77. However - that happened to be exactly how I felt at the end of an rather exceptionally bad day at work - and what's an angry (sub any emotion in my case- happy, sad, whateva) girl to do? Retail therapy...
So I found myself at Reborn trying on many a lovely item and ending up with some SKINNY (with a capital S) -- BLACK with a capital B) jeans that are so rock and roll they make me wanna pair them with angry Balenciaga boots, a vintage plaid shirt and "dance tonight - revolution tomorrow... "
