"Somewhere inside me there will always be the person I am to-night". And somewhere woven into the fabric of my Levi's jeans will be the stories of many nights in the city of lights. Nightlife in Paris is, in my experience, very chill. Very few women wear heels, let alone bandage dresses and bralettes-as-tops. To the bars they wear sneakers, moto jackets and vintage rock band tees. Yes, I mostly saw the younger crowds and not everyone wears this particular ensemble but my point is that I rarely saw pomp and circumstance at the average bar. As a fashion capital, Paris has refined the art of simplicity. So, jeans and a cute pair of shoes, with a casual white tee shirt is a chic uniform. I unintentionally started dressing like this... I don't think I pulled it off quite as well as they do but I tried my best. I, obviously, found this sort of dress incredibly comfortable and practical for a city that rarely feels comfortable or practical.
Which is where my Levi jeans come in. I wore these jeans almost everyday, to nearly every occasion. They fit like a glove and complimented most outfits. I've had a rough go with jeans in my day but these... these suited my Parisian life just like they did my curves. I wore these on countless nights out and they added the perfect nonchalance to anything. I would typically add a fun top... Be that a striped turtleneck, a polka dot tank, a geometric blouse. It really accommodated everything, to be dressed up or down.
So these jeans have been loved. These jeans have seen a vintage film at Le Champo, fresh fish at the market, spilled wine at a dive bar. These jeans have danced salsa in the suburbs, picnicked on the Champs de Mars, failed a few exams. These jeans were the perfect sidekick for a lazy girl with a flair for fashion.