Just been reminiscing about this amazing pair of jeans I used to own. Ahh, the times we’d have, those jeans and I – they travelled all over the world, and I’d had them for years. By their prime they had amassed an amazing ventilation system of holes and tears which made them perfect for wearing during the kind of insanely humid hot weather we’re having here at the moment, at the (to me, perfectly acceptable) cost of being ragged and tramp-like, so my wearing them was generally much to the horror of all my female family members. Which, I suspect, was eventually their downfall…
Hang on, I’ll see if I can find a picture of the Best Jeans In The World…
Hmm, only one I can find doesn’t really do them justice, and contains gratuitous nudity, so you have been warned!
Sadly, at some point during the chaos when my parents were moving over to Chicago, they vanished, never to be seen again. The end of a tattered era. I still suspect conspiracy of the highest order 😉
Tags: Awesome Jeans, Clothes, Clothing, Hot friggin' weather
Digital Metaphor 
July 2, 2009 at 5:23 am |
Phoar! 😉
I had a pair of jeans like that when I was at Uni. The bum was pretty much not there any more and did I care? No! I wore them with a g-string underneath to show my near perfect derriere to anyone who cared to look! Ah, the audacity of youth (and a 19 year old butt). Happy memories!
July 3, 2009 at 3:47 am |
*grins*
Pure awesome! Hey, we could start some sort of ‘writing chic’ fashion trend, get everyone cruising about in tattered jeans ¬_¬
I bet if I still had mine and were to put them on right now, my inspiration and productivity levels would shoot up, too…