In honor of the ever-growing crop top inspiration folder on my computer and the incredible hotness that is Christina Ricci in Black Snake Moan I've decided to make shortened shirts more of a staple in my wardrobe.
A while ago, when I went through a fanatical high-waisted jeans phase, I wore cropped tops with embarrassing frequency, but once I came to my senses and realized that the words high-rise and denim should never be said in the same sentence all of the shirts with above-the-navel hemlines kind of disappeared from my closet. I'm still not sure if I lost them or unconsciously gifted them to a friend to whom I allowed complete access to my clothes collection-either way, every last one of them has magically dissipated over the last year. An American Apparel trip may be in order soon. They have the best cropped everything as well as some amazing sweaters that are really out of the question in the more-than-100-degree weather we've been having. Deliciously distressed denim shorts, on the other hand, are pleasantly heat-wave appropriate.
I wore this pair by One Teaspoon for an early morning class and following much-more-time-consuming-than-expected hunt for clothes hangers (for some reason none of the stores within a sane distance from my house were carrying them this afternoon). Spotted this colorful graffitied as I entered the home-stretch of my afternoon errands and became somewhat consumed with the idea of shooting near it despite the exuberant street cleaners who kept asking me to move my tripod and the skateboarders who kocked it over more than once (all is forgive, skater dudes). I really couldn't get over how well my shorts seemed to blend into the mural in places, and the graffiti here is just on such a higher level than anything in Portland that it really was about time I got down to documenting it. The silver tribal necklace was thrown on as an afterthought to give the grey t-shirt, denim, scuffed up ankle boots, and urban art overload combination look a little bit more intent.