I'm not thrilled that I have a tramp stamp. When you see people bend over in their really low-cut jeans, I'm like, 'Oh... that's what I have.'
My go-to jeans are old Levi's I've gotten from boyfriends; they're worn-in and really yummy and perfect.
I'm wearing a blazer, like, all the time. That's my go-to - a blazer - and I can just figure out if I want to wear jeans or slacks. Turn it into a suit.
I had trouble getting jeans when I was growing up. I had little skinny legs and this booty that came out of nowhere.
I stumbled upon the 3x1 shop because it's a few doors up from the 'V' magazine offices on Mercer. The store is intense: They can take your measurements, and the sewers are right there behind glass making what amounts to a couture pair of jeans.
I dislike all those cookie-cutter Nashville songs. You know the ones: about tight jeans and pick-up trucks.
I like the Rockabilly look. My background is half Italian, half French. I wear cowboy boots and jeans.