I don’t usually go for anything besides raw or rinsed denim, but this pair of Nudie Boot Starcy jeans (30/34) in Core Blue spoke to me. Maybe it’s the fact that the weather is warmer this week or that I know I won’t want to be wearing cold, dark, heavy denim all summer long, but these feel right to me. I can wear them hanging outside a cafe in Aspen or on the Venice Boardwalk and feel pretty good about it either way.
Sorry for writing about something as inconsequential as a pair of jeans. I tried to write about the life and times of a pair of Cheap Monday skinny jeans a while back, but what I realized after ten posts or so is that no one piece of clothing is worth that kind of attention. I’d like to go on about the first pair of Boot Starcy jeans I bought; how they effectively redefined my overall style, how they made me rethink the type of women I was interested in (seriously), why they make me feel more masculine than any other denim I’ve owned. But that they’ve come to mean more to me over the last six months than some ex-girlfriends isn’t the kind of thing I can really put into words. It’s what musicians feel about the guitar they played during their first show, or what filmmakers feel about the cameras they used to capture their first short. I’m a writer…but I don’t use a pen, so I resort to championing the things I wear while producing my own form of brilliance. It’s paltry but it works.
