I’ve been staring at these photos on my desktop for a few months now.
[Via Vanessa Jackman, Hanneli in NY, April ’10]
It’s too hot to even say shearling, but I love the crisp white shirt with the urinal cake-blue palazzo pants. Hanneli always nails it, mostly because she never looks overdone.
So then I got a pair of J.Brand high-waisted palazzo pants (because, who am I kidding, ‘high waisted’ actually just hits me where my waist is. Way to be a granny, self.) and they were… snug. I was in front of the bathroom mirror, yanking and heaving on them to try and create a little give, when Rob walked in and found me sweating in a deep, grand plié.
The outcome? The jeans won this round: I found little lines of broken blood vessels on my skin later that evening from all the pulling.