Denim is more than jeans. It’s more than your jean jacket that you either pulled from the depths of your closet or from the thrift store rack. It’s more than that heinous mini skirt you wore in middle school (c’mon, we’ve all been there). And it’s more than Justin & Britney circa 2001- although this one is debatable.

Last weekend J Cole & I opened up the doors of our humble abode to some serious sartorial fun- the much awaited Denim on Denim Party, of which I will now illustrate via photo diary:

The wall upon entering. Please take note of the paint samples, probably the most versatile (and free) way to decorate a space, creativity not included.

Some of da ladies. I have mad respect for anyone who takes a themed party seriously, so my heart goes out to y’all. PS check out emily smizing (smiling with her eyes, thank you Tyra).

Julia & I.
DIY projects in this picture include: Julia’s corset- made out of Alice’s old jeans, my Mystery Braid headband (learn how to make it here)

Some of my favorite people. PS Julia also made Alice’s denim rose headband. SO CRAFTY. Call us.

Hostesses with the mostestes*.
*In this case “mostestes” really just means the most limes. Let’s just say upon waking up the next day, our apartment was a deserted battlefield of limes thanks to gin bucket and tequila things.

Detail shot of the back of Julia’s denim corset. You should be capital “I” Impressed.

Yup, that’s my roommate right there on the left. Gettin’ weirdly seductive.

Lizzy, Julia and Emily. Lizzy wore a denim romper, ohhhh yeah, work.

Lizzy and J Cole, twerqing it in ways only each of them can.

This is a tiny shred of evidence that… a dance-off happened in our apartment. Mark that night in history because it was epic. It was an East Village (Alice, Julia, Amanda, Jen) v. BK (Steph, Lizzy, Emily) smack down. Although, it was less of a smack down and more of just a hilarious amazing time. People whipped out moves I ain’t never seen before, there was no holding back. And you know what? That’s how dancing should always be. 

However, this party was not merely for comical costumes because if you open your eyes while walking around New York- at least walking around downtown, this denim^2 phenomenon is actually quite real. Check this evidence (call me P.I. Haygirl):

Taken by John Jannuzzi, stolen from his Instagram account.

Image via The Sartorialist aka the Street Style Bible

Image via The Sartorialist

Image via The Sartorialist

This ish is THE REAL DEAL, and because I put it in caps you know I’m serious. So get yourself together and figure out how to adopt this pleasant style pandemic into your closet, or forever hold your peace plaid- sooo 2010.