It being summer, I’m attempting to make that difficult transition from biker jacket cover-up to a more summer appropriate look. With this in mind I recently purchased a vintage look, cropped denim jacket- perfectly ‘on-trend’ seeing as along with everything else eighties, the classic, worn in denim jacket is back with a bang this spring. Just as faded, ripped jeans lend a rebellious edge to statement jackets, I reckoned the retro denim jacket could be the perfect topper to my pretty summer dresses and to my muted coloured classics alike.
This morning the sun was shining, the breeze was warm, and I felt the time had come to don a suitably spring-time look. I reached for my denim jacket, and in an ode to summer, teamed it with classic cropped black trousers, and a silk look t-shirt - an easy, comfortable look I felt, perfect for my low-key bank holiday Monday errand running, especially with my trusty new Converses involved.
So this afternoon I strolled down to my local Borders, grabbed a stack of magazines and sat myself down in the Starbucks inside to get my credit-crunch friendly magazine fix. Happy days. But then I turned to my left. A middle-aged, overweight, balding man was wearing a denim jacket, and it wasn’t in an urban-chic kind of away. He had paired his denim jacket with grey polyester tracksuit bottoms, a white aertex t-shirt and a gold stud in his ear. This was a man who had just bought an ‘over eighteens’ DVD for his seven year old son. As far away from the pages of Vogue or Elle as you could ever get, this was not the kind of individual whose look or lifestyle I’d like to seek style inspiration from I’m afraid. I looked at his jacket. I looked at my jacket. Suddenly my denim didn’t feel so hot.
So here I am, questioning whether my denim jacket is indeed as great a purchase as I thought it was. I need new inspiration, I need to remind myself why I love my little denim jacket, why I opted for it this morning rather than my trusty leather biker jacket or my oversized grey blazer. And so I turn to Google Images, and attempt to placate myself with the fact that denim can and does look great, that my love for denim and my little denim jacket is not unfounded or foolish, and that despite this temporary upset, denim and I can continue to be friends. Two months ago when I was robbed of my phone and camera, before being followed and verbally abused by a drugged-up idiot on the street, I did the same thing- immediately I sought to remind myself why I love London, why I like people. I reminded myself of all the good times we had together, and rather than focus on the negative, I focused on the positive. I’m trying hard to do the same for my denim jacket.
In recent times it seems stars Chloe Sevigny and Kate Bosworth have dusted off their denim jackets and are wearing them to toughen up pretty summer dresses. Looks like Nicole Richie and Diane Kruger love them too.
Okay then little denim jacket, all is not lost.
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