I have a thing for trousers. Peg top, harem, high waist, tailored, belted and pocketed, I like to believe they bring a certain effortless chic to an outfit. So it was with particular delight and notions of a certain Dries look that I recently uncovered these ones in a thrift shop.
Unfortunately my boyfriend doesn't appear to share the same trouser sentiment. Whilst I look in the mirror and conjure visions of long legged Chloe girls galloping down the runway in soft silk caramel, he takes a different view and judging by a recent observation I'm guessing his is more grandma with her slacks on than wholesome highlights from Hannah Macgibbon.
I'm afraid tailored trousers might belong within the same realm as many of Carrie Bradshaw's outfits do; venerated and emulated by women worldwide yet remain completely stupefying to your average male. On that note, I'm off to hunt for my latest vision, a nice pair of khaki high waisted ones, bet the boyf will love them.
Trousers, Endeavor Foundation Paddington
Jacket, Bardot
T shirt, Country Road
Shoes, Sportsgirl
Bag, Mulberry
Photos, long suffering boyfriend and trouser lover Paul (thanks babe)