One of the things I most love about “doing” denim is meeting a person that “does” denim as well. By this I mean, someone who is as passionate and involved and deeply in love with denim as I am. Someone who really cares about what he is doing and does not just see denim as something to make a quick buck with. I think I met a soulmate in Vincent Flumiani, designer of SINCLAIR. He shows his passion for denim and women through his creations, and he tells us what he perceives of what type of woman should wear what kind of jeans.
Check out the incredible quotes we, at Denimology exclusively, received from Vincent – and, most importantly, check out these amazing glitter jeans, or foil jeans, as Vincent calls them. You can find them at Revolve right now!
Q: What was your inspiration for the metallic “Foil” wash?
Q: How would you describe the “Sinclair” girl?
A: The Sinclair girl has not arrived–she is becoming.
The Sinclair girl walks into the room bringing eternity with her.
The Sinclair girl is not concerned with grasping beauty, but celebrating it.
The Sinclair girl does not narrow the camera’s eye, but widens the whole room.
The Sinclair girl does not seize the spotlight, but drowns it out with sunlight.
The Sinclair girl is not a billboard, but a neon arrow.
The Sinclair girl is more than a vision. She is an encounter.
The Sinclair girl opens hearts as well as eyes.
The Sinclair girl falls asleep already dreaming.
Q:. What do a person’s jeans say about them?
A: Jeans are a well-told story. A creative retelling of your–how shall we say–ins and outs.
Jeans are autobiography. If you let jeans merely hide secrets, they will never get around to telling them, and that is where your story begins. Your story is more than legs and swagger, hips and hikes. More than physical. Your story is the truth you carry and your jeans – chip away at this.
The meaning of jeans is not fixed–as in, “Wear these jeans and you will exude confidence.” No, they are a peculiar alphabet of beauty, each stitch and curve speaks a new language unique to you. The way you wear them changes, and with it, the universe. It is shifting; with your mood, your gait, your complementary pieces. Each time you wear them you begin to arrange words all over again, the meaning of which is not fixed or predictable, but upon which meaning is place by the ones who are spoken too–i.e. the whole goddamned world outside your doorstep. The strangers on the sidewalk, the company of friends, all living things. Did you not notice us? We were staring as you passed .
Jeans are not an answer to your longings, but an invitation to declare them.
Jeans have a shape and a direction of their own. Where they are leading you may not know.
A person’s jeans should say … “You did not find me … I found you.”