Ah, the 2000s, when the jean skirts were perfectly tattered and the Red Bull flowed like wine.
Paris Hilton recently took Vogue‘s cameras on a #TBT tour through her denim closet, which is home to over 150 pairs of the bedazzled, low-slung flares she made popular. She’s apparently tossed the Von Dutch hats, though. Or maybe they just have their own closet.
The jeans come in every variety: there’s a miniskirt the size of an ACE bandage, a pair of indigo-washed denim with angel wings above the butt. The brands span everything from Frankie B to Rock & Republic. Even JNCO gets a shoutout.
It makes you wonder: why is “designer denim” not a thing these days? Are we all too normcore for our own good, rocking vintage Levi’s and not much else? Aren’t bedazzled back pockets due for a comeback, just like the Juicy suit? Or will they remain locked in a 2000s vault forever, only ever seeing the light of day on the butts of dudes who work at mall kiosks?
Ponder these questions — and enjoy Paris’s unabashed vacillation from adult voice to baby voice and back — as you watch the video below.
Molly Mulshine got her start covering local politics before working at Business Insider and the New York Observer. Follow her on Twitter: @mollymulshine
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