So I found some jeans. How, why & where in the world, you might wonder? The story is under the next photo.
I was wandering
around the streets
somewhere outside Tel Aviv
a sunny afternoon
golden hour perhaps
the last day of march
my seventeenth year
jeans caught my eye
swaying in the wind
just hanging there
like it's meant to
quickly I grab
my favourite tool
a moment to last forever
the jeans from Tel Aviv
one mans trash is another mans treasure
Who just leaves their jeans hanging on a fence? I have absolutely no idea. My question is, who hangs their jeans on a fence in public? I mean, I hope you're at least wearing underwear!
And for those who might wonder..
No, they are not mine.
Yes, I left them hangin'
Yes, I'm wearing pants (or a dress? it' been years!)
Yes, ofc I'm wearing underwear (don't even think about it..!)
These close-ups are my favourite. When you find jeans randomly hanging in the middle of the street - you perpetuate that moment! It's probably gonna be once in a life time experience.
Anyone said #yolo?
They would be perfect for a jeans commercial. They should pay me already. (don't know the brand?)
I really feel that this mini-hangin'-jeans-photoshoot is a very good example of the title on this post: "One mans trash is another mans treasure". Someone trash'd these jeans. I found them as my treasures, photographed them and now 4 years later posted them on my blog.
**If you're out there - the owner of these awesome jeans - please do not hesitate to contact me. That'd be awesome!