Until my jeans pockets are big enough for my phone, keys and purse, I’ll see them as a political rather than just a fashion issue
Broken in and cunningly ripped, my favourite jeans fit loosely. They’re designed to look as if I borrowed them from my guy. Hence their name: “destructed boyfriend jeans”. My jeans may have been cut to ape the lines of men’s denim, but they fail in one major way: the front pockets are only 5.5 inches (14cm) deep – too small for my hands, hardly big enough for my tiny wallet and certainly too snug for my iPhone Plus. My boyfriend jeans have pockets that would make a man laugh.