April 6, 2017- It was date night for Selena Gomez and The Weeknd last month and they got papped at Tao Beauty & Essex looking hot and stylish. Ms. Gomez toned down her sexified outfit with this Sami Miro Vintage 1/1 cropped Marlboro black denim jacket. Unfortunately this jacket is not available.
Get the look with these denim jackets:
you arrive on your first day a little early to get a good seat. fourth row right in the middle for optimal view of the board.
you’re going over your notes on the first chapter of your textbook when someone asks you “this seat taken?”
you look up only to find gorgeous brown eyes staring at you.
he’s very tall and wearing an outrageously brightly coloured red button up.
his hair is styled, yet it looks effortless as if he somehow has naturally styled curls.
you tell him it’s free and he beams down at you.
(your heart may have skipped a beat of two)
your professor walks in shortly after, passing a seating chart to the first row and asking you all to fill in your name. your seats will be the same all year long.
the guy sitting next to you smiles at you again
“guess you’re stuck with me darling.” *winning smile*
he introduces himself as Shawn and asks you for your name
when you tell him yours he lets the syllables of your name roll off his tongue and you try to hide your blush but probably fail since he smiles at you cheekily.
out of the corner of your eye you see that he’s squinting as he looks at the board. when you raise your eyebrow at him you get a “ glasses don’t work with my outfit darling.” which leaves you trying to cover your giggles.
he’s extremely vocal during the lectures always questioning the professor and the penal code. pointing out what he believes to be flaws of the system.
you learn that he wants to be an environmental lawyer.
“someone has to do something to save the polar bears.”
“why polar bears”
“THEY ARE SO CUTE WITH THEIR LITTLE WHITE PAWS AND BLACK NOSES”
(he loves polar bears he even has a button up with polar bears on it)
he’s very confident in his ability to make you blush and he knows what effect he has on you. he loves making you blush.
having study sessions with him and getting to drool over his arms as he carries the 12341923 books you guys have to learn.
his eyebrows furrowing as he doesn’t “ fucking understand how this can be an actual law.”
so much anger at the kids who want to be lawyers to get rich. law is his passion. he wants to make the world better. and these kids just want to make money.
you notice that he doesn’t have that many friends, everyone loves the kooky, colourful dude. he doesn’t like the Uptight Folk.
he spends half his time in the university library, drinking coffee like it’s water, typing away on his laptop.
He has a hairband to keep his hair out of his face. His eyebrows are so furrowed you’re worried they’ll never go back to their original form.
he mumbles to himself, wondering why this is a law and “who wrote this bullshit corporations law?” while pushing his glasses up his nose.
a hot and passionate man with the heart of a child. aka Shawn.
he tells you about all the cool conservation projects he knows of (around 56). he spends all his pocket money on supporting them.
he volunteers for a few and he’s doing an internship at a “save the bees” project during summer break.
after your first big exams that you two studied together for, he finally asks you out.
Confident!Mendes turns into Spluttering!Mendes.
you found out over the past months that he isn’t a proper blusher yet when he tries to ask you out there is a slight pink blush on his cheeks.
he picks you up for the date, a little nervous but smiling confidently at you.
he’s wearing his black denim jacket with the pin “save the bees” that he always wears in his coats over that red button up he wore the first time you met.
(he’s secretly a sap and wants to Romeo you off your feet)
he takes you to the zoo because he wants to introduce you to Margaret.
you think Margaret is a worker there that he is particularly fond of.
it’s Margaret The Polar Bear.
you both sit on the bench next to Margaret’s section.
(it’s one of those no cages zoos where they have rivers separating the animals from the visitors because it’s better for animal welfare)
during your date you ask him why he picked the seat next to you on that first day when there were so many empty ones available.
“you were the only one who stood out.” he said motioning to your signature red lips.
he walks you back to your dorm, slowly untangling his fingers from yours.
gently kissing your forehead before wishing you goodnight.
during class the next day he keeps sneaking glances at you and Beaming at you when you look back.
your relationship develops slowly yet steadily, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you
he asks you to be his girlfriend with Margaret as a witness.
cheeky smiles and rare dates turn into holding hands under the table and pecks which evolve into very very steamy make out sessions following another zoo date.
honestly i love denims so much i actually own 10 denim jackets hehe. i usually pair them with halter tops or crop tops. if u would wear an oversized top with it, tuck it in ur shorts or pants and wear a belt. i think it would look cute. as for the shoes, i would suggest to just wear white sneakers since it goes well with the whole outfit. this is a casual and go-to look. wearing heels or smthng like that kind of ruins the ‘casuality’.
oML a date with jungkook would be super duper fun. specially if y'all are going to an arcade.
“OHMyfos iM WHEEZING I ACTUALY BEAT 'THE JEON JUNGKOOK’ I CAN’T BELIEVE IT WHAT DO I GET ???”
“stfu, that was one game.”
“yeah right but u’re dating this loser. who wins here?”
A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever! But it’s finally up! I hope the series has been great so far! Can’t believe there are only 2 more members left to write for before this series ends :( Have fun reading anyway!!
With every passing minute, Hoshi grew more impatient. It had been over 10 minutes, 13 minutes 20 seconds to be exact, and you still weren’t here.
Hoshi wasn’t worried that you weren’t showing up, he was worried that you hadn’t called or contacted him in any way to tell him that you would be late. It made him paranoid. What if you got into an accident, or you were kidnapped? He couldn’t bear to think of it.
10 minutes, you came dashing towards him. One hand clutching onto your tote bag, the other sloppily wiping off sweat from your forehead. You were breathing rapidly, with the feeling of your lungs collapsing. But you were late, and you knew it. You knew how impatient your boyfriend could get, especially when he’s under a huge amount of pressure. Put together the fact that you showed up late without prior notice, and Seventeen having a comeback next week, Hoshi would be extremely mad.
And indeed he was.
Hoshi stood with his hands crossed, left foot rapidly tapping on the pavement. His expression looked completely dull, with no sign of forgiveness anywhere.
Shit. You were definitely in trouble.
Approaching the male, you quickly uttered an apology and explained to him that your phone ran out of battery, which was why you couldn’t tell him you were running late.
“I came here as fast as I could, I really did, and I’m sorry for making you worry.” You said, refusing any form of eye contact with him.
You were hoping that your boyfriend would let this incident slide, but the male simply stared at you before saying,
state of grace is for the boys and girls who make another person their religion and silver jewelry and early morning walks through the city and smelling spring in the air and the moment you realise that you are alive right now and this is all there will ever be and shards of bright stained glass and the way the light looks through them and waking up next to someone you love with the sunlight spilling through the curtains and onto their face and crisp white shirts and pretty underwear
red is for anyone who is recklessly impulsive and always wonders what would happen if they just didn’t hit the breaks and burning things with a lighter you found on the street and the way paper curls up under a flame and remembering something awful that happened a long time ago and feeling like you’ve been stabbed and brightly coloured winter coats and burning your mouth on your coffee and being so angry you burst into tears and wearing your mother’s perfume and oversized jumpers
treacherous is for the soldiers built on suburban lifestyles and nine to five routines and the people who get underneath their armor and seep into their veins like stardust and flowers that are destined to wither away but are beautiful right now and nights at restaurants and cinemas and parties that you know can’t last forever and snowflakes before they melt and light reflecting rainbows onto floorboards in your childhood bedroom
i knew you were trouble is for the jilted lover who has been left for dead one too many times and the way they rise from the ashes reborn and old songs your parents used to play that warn you about love and smirks across cafe tables and adrenaline rushes and poetry that doesn’t rhyme and taking the blame to ease the heat and the sky on an overcast day when it looks almost white and heavy doc marten boots
all too well is for everyone caged inside their own head like a songbird not allowed to fly and classic romance novels and cups of tea alone on cold mornings and crying while sat on hard bathroom tiles and marking the lowest moment in your life so far and knowing that things will get worse before they get better and old vinyls and postcards from lovers in bygone eras and red ribbons in hair and trying to enjoy doing things alone and all the letters to people you don’t know anymore kept under your bed and inside your head
22 is for anyone who stubbornly refuses to grow old and who will still be as bright and bold as times square in everyone’s memories long after they cease to exist and spontaneous adventures and metallic candy wrappers and pencil crayons and sitting up so late with your friends that everything is funny and drinks in blues and greens and pinks and tiny cocktail umbrellas and listening to old songs from your childhood and still remembering all the words and where you listened to them and sitting on kitchen sides and swinging your legs against the cabinets
i almost do is for the delicately hesitant and how moments pass through their hands like grains of sand and constantly thinking of what could have happened and now never will and unfinished paintings and when you walk into a room and suddenly forget what you even needed and daisy flower crowns made on mild spring days and fruit teas and planning your whole life out with someone who chose not to stay and empty photo albums that you bought with good intentions and letting candles burn out and lying awake thinking of the person you love an hoping they are doing the same
we are never getting back together is for the people who feel like balloons finally cut free and getting dressed up even though you aren’t going anywhere and the party you didn’t think you’d enjoy but is really the best night of your life and pastel nail varnish and carnivals and candy floss and carousel music and slowly distancing yourself from people who aren’t good for you and bright yellow shirts and people who similarly remind you of sunshine and the lengths you go to hold onto those golden people
stay stay stay is for the desperately hopeful lovers who can’t hold grudges when they’d rather hold hands and someone pressing their cold limbs on your body under the covers and bath bombs with gold glitter and slightly messy and overgrown gardens with bright flowers and weeds mixing together and novelty sunglasses and blowing bubbles and when the light glows out from behind someone’s head like the halo you’ve always known was there but have never actually seen
the last time is for the girl or boy that has no heart left because they’ve given out little bits of theirs to everyone else to make them happy but received no pieces in return and silk dresses and marble statues and wandering through art galleries and museums alone and looking at other people just as much as the art and vintage glasses frames and high ceilings and tall drinks with ice and the gravitational pull toward people who are like black holes
holy ground is for those who remember life through rose tinted glasses and the way they repaint their life to the colours of something more romantic and knee high socks and printed floral tea dresses and repainted retro furniture and ivy crawling up old buildings and the feeling you get at a concert when you realise the person you idolise is real and there and long hair slightly tousled from the wind and days at aquariums and picnics in the park
sad beautiful tragic is for everyone tied to the tracks but wishing the train would come back and foggy mornings and window seats and ripped faded jeans and chandeliers and cracked gold gilded mirrors and the way you feel loss like a physical ache and sea foam and silent rides on public transport and the beautifully planned out architecture and the shapes it makes against the sky and mournful words scrawled on white walls
the lucky one is for those who feel like nothing more than someone else’s means to an end but are really the brightest star in the sky and don’t need to be part of a constellation and wide brimmed hats and matte lipsticks and cashmere jumpers and not belonging to anyone not a person or a place or a time and lace bralets and fur coats and coffee to go in minimalist cups and rehearsing what you need to say in the bathroom and reminders scrawled on hands in biro that contrast with effortlessly manicured nails
everything has changed is for the lovers from the wrong era straight out of a john hughes film and denim jackets that drown you and rollerblading dates and diner booths and awkward slow dancing at prom and grinning like an idiot alone in your bedroom and butterflies in your stomach too perfect to digest and tulle skirts and passing notes and being someone different today to the people you have been before and will ever be again
starlight is for anyone with a mind full of clouds and shooting stars and the cautious dreamers and their silent night prayers and unfinished to do lists and promises on ring pops and emulating 1940s power couples and expensive brogues and borrowing someone else’s jacket and being thankful that the universe created something so perfect and that you got to experience it and holographic bags and scarves in hair
begin again is for those who are secretly on the run from all the things they’ve left behind and seeking a fresh start and taking up journalling to learn from yesterdays mistakes and writing in silver ink and pleated skirts that perfect to spin in and exploring your hometown and finding new things you never saw the first time and the smell of new books and filling your home with scented candles to mask their smell still on the other pillow and grass stains on white things and singing loudly and alone in your kitchen while cooking
Emma McClendon, assistant curator, and Nicole Bloomfield, conservation technologist, both at The Museum at FIT, explain the significance of a pair of 19th-century men’s work pants and describe the clues they uncovered to deduce the date of the pants before they went on display in the exhibition “Denim: Fashion Frontier”, on view December 1, 2015 - May 7, 2016.
Michael’s fingers fiddled with the frayed strings of your denim jeans. His fingertips tickling your thigh as they brushed over the open gap of your ripped jeans. He loved your these jeans. In fact he loved these particular denim jeans on you. It was the way you wore them that drove Michael mad. His fingers slipping into the belt loops and pulling you back into his embrace. Michael had a weak spot for them and you knew that whenever you would wear these jeans, Michael would fall at his knees to your commands.
You could never quite figure out why Michael had a favorite pair of denim jeans. He had called them lucky and because of that he had never washed them. It was a tiny quirk you loved about him, but also despised since the jeans were practically tattered up. You weren’t sure why you had grabbed the denim in the first place. Usually when you did laundry you’d stay clear of the lucky jeans. After washing them and realizing what you had done, fear had coursed through you. Michael was going to be angry. Now you were on the laundry room floor trying your hardest to repair your boyfriend’s favorite jeans.
It felt as if you and Michael were Briteny Spears and Justin Timberlake when they wore denim outfits. You felt slightly uncomfortable, but was enjoying yourself because Michael was having the time of his life. It was of course his idea for you two to match. And there was of course some refusal on your part. In the end Michael had won and you were a grumpy mess. It’s not that you didn’t like denim, you just found excessive amounts of it to be crazy. Knowing Michael he had done it on purpose knowing exactly how you felt about fabric.
Michael had found a new love for denim jackets. Somehow he had found a way to incorporate those jackets into his everyday life. If the two of you were going bowling. Michael would be in a denim jacket. Going out to dinner? Sure enough Michael would find a way to make his denim jacket look well enough for a date. His new love for this particular clothing began to fill your closet. You couldn’t help but to admire him for it. Michael did indeed look good in denim. There was no denying that. Though you had a different view on things, you secretly hoped he’ll continue to wear his denim clothes.
Denim clothes gave Michael a nostalgic feeling. He liked the thought of knowing that back then this was something people loved to wear. All the old school fashion trends were starting to arise once again. It almost felt like a keepsake for Michael. Memories of seeing old pictures of his parents wearing denim. How when he was younger he had a slight obsession with overalls. It was the little memories that fueled his love for the particular cloth. Michael was beginning to create his own style and denim was the key to it.
After spending the whole day away from Chanyeol, the effects
of his constant touch were beginning to wear off. A dull ache was slowly
sinking into your muscles, like you’d just done a hard workout in the gym. It
wasn’t too painful to bear: you hadn’t even noticed the aching while you were
at the zoo with Talia. However, you couldn’t bury your desire for Chanyeol,
your thoughts always falling back to him no matter what.
Lounging in your living room after your long day, you found
yourself staring at your phone; wondering if you should call Chanyeol or not,
wondering if he was going to call you or not. That morning, he said he would
phone you after work but did he mean that literally or was it an invitation for
you to call him? You didn’t want to interrupt him in a meeting or something
You reached for your phone, spinning it around between your
fingers in deliberation. Sighing loudly to yourself, you threw your head back
in frustration. This is why you didn’t date.
The tricky thing about womanizers is that they usually have their game down pat, which mean it’s easy to get sucked in. They seem totally sweet and charming on the surface - who’d ever guess they were secretly scoundrels? We narrowed down the more subtle clues a guy has a case of commitment phobia. If he exhibits three or more of these, watch out.
1. All of His Exes Are “Crazy”: Be wary of a man who refers to his former girlfriends as crazy, psycho, or clingy — because what’s the common denominator here? Him. The dude’s either looney-bin glue, or he never really wanted the relationship to work in the first place.
2. He Plans Ultra-Romantic Dates: A cozy candlelit dinner is nice and all, but if he only takes you to secluded places, it could be a tip-off that he doesn’t want other women to spot him on a date. Next time he asks you out, suggest hitting up a busy restaurant or popular bar and see how he reacts.
3. He’s Hot and Cold on the Phone : He’ll text you 10 times in a night, then go MIA for days. He’ll chat on the phone for an hour, then ignore your messages for the rest of the week. Wondering what the hell is going on? We’re going to be brutally honest: He’s mostly likely busy dating other women.
4. He Guilt-Trips You: It’s normal for a guy to be jonesing to sleep with you from day one. But this behavior is a red flag if he a) lays the pressure on thick, or b) tries to make you feel bad if you choose not to have sex — like by giving you a sob story about blue balls.
5. Stuff Is Missing from His Facebook Profile: Has he untagged any photos of you and him? Does he post updates often, yet never mention hanging out with you? Is his relationship status hidden? We smell a rat. A guy who’s leery of commitment will make sure there are no traces of you on his page.
6. His Buddies Act Distant: Even though a player’s bros may be friendly enough, they probably won’t ask you many personal questions about your job, interests, etc. The ugly truth: They don’t want to invest time and energy getting to know you because they figure you’re not going to be around very long.
7. He Says You’re Soul Mates : Okay, we adore the idea of love at first sight — but too much too soon could also indicate sketchy intentions. If a dude comes on super strong right off the bat (we’re talking the first couple of weeks), telling you things like that he’s starting to fall in love with you, just make sure you play it safe and trust your gut. Those powerful words might be rolling off his tongue so smoothly because he’s spoken them so many times before.
sources: William July, PhD, Author of Confessions of an Ex-Bachelor and Jenn Berman, PsyD, Relationship Expert for Cosmo Radio / Niki Evans /Cosmopolitan
photos: Sheila Marquez & Christopher Abbott photographed by Guy Laroche for Free People Feb13