In my ideal world, Phoebe Philo will design most, if not all, my trousers. Each tailored to contour my ass and hips, hoping to also create the illusion of possessing legs that look long enough to meet the minimum female model height requirement (Elite Models here I come! Lol, jk). Though being vertically challenged has made me forever fall in love with skinny trows, recently I've taken on a new lover: Palazzo Pants. Assuming he's Italian or Spanish, or of Latin descent with a name ending in "o", I relish in the non-restrictive comforts of wiggling around in wide-legged trousers that start flaring from the high-waist. It didn't take long until the photo shoot spiraled into this whole Juergen Teller parody or pastiche if you may. It only took some white garments and a flash bulb, but have I just provoked with minimalism?