That afternoon, we got on the scooter. We crossed the city from the mountains to the sea. I was wearing my favourite denim shorts. As we were getting closer to the beach, I felt like the breeze was welcoming me. We parked the scooter right away and started to leave our footprints in the sand, bound for the shore. And there it was, as always, the sea that, as André Breton said, “never abandons us” The water which splashed my ankles was the same blue that my denim shorts. The white threads of my jeans were like the foam of the waves that I collected with my gaze.
Distressed denim shorts with frayed bottoms and soft stone wash.