Time for yet another horrifying fashion confession - just take me to the shredder baby. And by that, of course, I mean that I have an obsession with shredded t-shirts. I think they balance perfectly on that line between trashy and trashy. They're a little bit bad-ass (well, you are wearing shredded clothing), and a little bit couture (do you know how long it takes to make one of these bitches?). This is a love affair that has been in the making ever since I was a tenth-grader cutting holes in my jeans. Plus, it's a love affair that looks at least a little classier. Just in case you don't believe me, I have supplied photo evidence:
How can you argue with that much awesome? No really, tell me. I don't understand how you could argue with those pictures. So weigh in guys! What's your take on the shredded t-shirt? Classy or classless? Holy, or just plain holey?
Until next time, xo.
P.S. If you're crazy like me and want to make one of these, check out this tute.
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