Seriously, I am having visceral secondhand discomfort just looking at Taylor wearing a skintight pair of dripping wet jeans on the cover of Rolling Stone. Aside from the obvious — like splinters, vagina waxes, kidney stones, etc. — I can imagine few things more uncomfortable than traipsing around in soaking wet denim. I guess this is why I’m not famous. See a few more shots from the mag after the jump! [Rolling Stone]
Source: Canadian
Original by: Amelia McDonell-Parry
