When I turned forty, I stopped wearing jeans altogether. For a grown man, profoundly unserious, but also intrinsically anti-Dandy. I also stopped wearing any form of "sports shoe" : "runners" or "trainers" over here (I refuse to either run or train), "sneakers" over there (I might be persuaded to sneak, but if you can't sneak in a leather brogue or ankle-boot, can you be said to be really sneaking at all...?). These days, I permit myself only corduroy and wool trousers in winter, linen or cotton in summer. At a work training day recently, the facilitator went on a weird tangent about the importance of presentation, and singled me out as the only one there who had made an effort (velvet tie, v-neck pullover, tweed jacket, and as she said "un pantalon de ville"... This French formulation made my plain black trousers sound almost dangerously décadent).
I wear what used to be incredibly cheap 7/8 length pants from AliExpress in a variety of outrageous and asinine prints because they're cheap, comfortable, and high visibility. Apparently now they're a luxury item on par with my bad habit of buying designer Adidas. Which is my other go to. Whatever you do, be really fucking extreme about it. But I will never in my fucking LIFE wear denim.
Maybe there's hope. All the kids where I live wear sweatpants and pajama bottoms everywhere they go. I think I'm the only one who still wears jeans.
Fantastic artwork and contributions. Well done all
Another absolute banger from Neo-Passéism; I couldn’t disagree more!
When I turned forty, I stopped wearing jeans altogether. For a grown man, profoundly unserious, but also intrinsically anti-Dandy. I also stopped wearing any form of "sports shoe" : "runners" or "trainers" over here (I refuse to either run or train), "sneakers" over there (I might be persuaded to sneak, but if you can't sneak in a leather brogue or ankle-boot, can you be said to be really sneaking at all...?). These days, I permit myself only corduroy and wool trousers in winter, linen or cotton in summer. At a work training day recently, the facilitator went on a weird tangent about the importance of presentation, and singled me out as the only one there who had made an effort (velvet tie, v-neck pullover, tweed jacket, and as she said "un pantalon de ville"... This French formulation made my plain black trousers sound almost dangerously décadent).
this is the way…!!
I wear what used to be incredibly cheap 7/8 length pants from AliExpress in a variety of outrageous and asinine prints because they're cheap, comfortable, and high visibility. Apparently now they're a luxury item on par with my bad habit of buying designer Adidas. Which is my other go to. Whatever you do, be really fucking extreme about it. But I will never in my fucking LIFE wear denim.
>under the aegis of what or whom—forty triple-pleated, acid-washed, pre-faded, pre-slashed years since Sellers' appraisal—do Levi's et al. protect?
For “protect,” read “shelter”? (Or “huddle,” “cower”, as you will...)