When I was 15 or 16, I watched a documentary about what life is like for workers in garment factories, and promptly started doing a lot more shopping at Goodwill. I was thrilled when, a few years later, a certain Alliterative Apparel Company (see what I did there?) started selling sweatshop-free merchandise on every block in NYC. It was just very fucking nice to have guilt-free new clothes again. I got these amazing acid-washed denim track shorts with a 70s dolphin cut there, and I wore them until the elastic in the waist wore out and they were damn near falling off my body.
Like most stories, this one only has a short-term happy ending: the CEO of Alliterative Apparel Company turned out to be a(n alleged, in case he or his lawyers happen to read this, because who knows who’s on the internet?) misogynistic creep, and even if I’d wanted to give them my money again (Michael Bluth narration: “she didn’t”), they went under. I could’ve left my denim dolphin short days in the past, but I’m a nostalgic bitch, so I knew exactly what I’d make when I found these $1 shorts at a thrift shop. It took a little Frankenstein-ing to squeeze a completely different pair out of these, but they’re alive!
➡️➡️➡️ 1. This is how happy I am when @katiesicking art directs my Instagram photos 2. the phantom pockets - my favorite part 👻 3. before/after 4. pieces 5. fitting 6. attaching the waistband 7. voilà!
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