There really is no excuse for this. I’d take a Praire Dress over this any day.
Let’s take a look at what’s going on here.
For starters, check out that nifty V just above where her crack might be (it might even start higher up, who knows). What in the hell is going on here, people? It’s like a blue jean widow’s peak. And where is the waistband on these jeans anyway?
And pockets. For the love of Levis, why did no one see fit to equip these jeans with pockets? We’re left with nothing to look at but her gluteal glory. Or something.
And then there’s the severe acid wash. These jeans are practically white, for cryin’ out loud.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure if she squatted down she just might split herself in twain.
Whew. I think I’m done now.
Please, people. Don’t let your friends go out in public like this. On the other hand, friends who deserve payback? Hell yeah. Get yer sweet revenge.