Is the jury still out on which is harder to find — the perfect man or perfect jeans?
My instinct says no — but not particularly because I’ve been able to resolve that one is easier to locate than the other. It appears as though I’ve been able to find at least approximations of both in relatively fell swoops. And though it took a longer time to find the jeans (I resolved the man was perfect long before he resolved that I was a fitting partner), the street lamp at the end of that road provided hope and promise. Hope because, relatively speaking, the jeans in question are actually affordable. Promise because any physical manifestation of good denim that could plausibly combat ye olde saying, “they don’t make ’em like this anymore” is reason enough to investigate. No?
So let us turn our attention to Madewell, where the indigo flows like bats in the night, the rises vary according to your relationship with self and not the other way around and the variety of fits range more extensively than that of the mylk selection at Organic Avenue.
I, personally, have taken toward the high riser in black sea with the holes at the knee. They’re great with navy sweaters when its cold and sequined tank tops when it’s hot. In a dream world, I’m also wearing these. In white. With boots and knits and t-shirts and dresses over them.
See for yourself. It’s like George Zimmer always said — you’re gonna like the way you look, I guarantee it.
Images via Madewell look books