Truth be told, this wasn’t how I originally envisioned this outfit turning out. I opt for my trusty battered and beautiful vintage Levi’s in most clothing situations because there just isn’t much that they don’t look great with. If I had one sartorial suggestion to give anyone, it would be to scour vintage shops high and low for a proper decent pair of denim duds that fit you insanely well: high-waisted to emphasise that iddy biddy waist; slight upwards slant to the front cut of the short so they make your legs look real long; and a proper pucka colour denim (I’m, personally, a faded-blue denim advocate). Anyways, I had a bit of a pre-wax sitch going on downstairs and, as is the case with the majority of the my wardrobe, my shorts are vagina skimming. You can see where I’m going with this. Thankfully I had the initiative to steal my boyfriends checked shirt. Romeo done.