SUNNIES. SURFACE TO AIR.
PANTS. UNKNOWN BRAND (bought in a shabby bling-bling Parisian boutique).
As I wondered if I could ever write a story about my favorite pair of pants, I came to question the actual success of the purchase. Ever since I went public with these pipes compliments have kicked off most conversations and sometimes even shaped entire dialogues. Having noticed the sudden overload of flattering remarks I wondered if the spectacle of my pants would turn me into "there's-the-girl-with-those-pants-again" every time I'd be caught wearing them... Will my favorites dig my own grave?