This is not a story on the hottest new jean trend on the streets; this is a story about how I fell in love with jeans again. I’ve gone months without wearing denim. I found black trousers to be infinitely more exciting than the staple black skinnies favored by many a downtown NYC boy, and I bought black pants in all shapes: slim, pleated, drop-crotch, palazzo, and parachute. Dark denim just didn’t feel right at the moment, and I didn’t even think to consider all the other colors. But there was something about the idea of classic men’s stonewash denim, dad jeans as dubbed by most, that seemed to appeal to where my style is at the moment: comfortable, pared-down, masculine, and a tiny hint nostalgic. I searched far and wide for the perfect pair, and after trying on pairs that were too whiskered, too distressed, unflattering, or just the wrong color, I found love in a pair of AG jeans two sizes too big for me. I wear them with an elastic belt, with all the cozy black things I like to wear in the winter—SO comfortable, I know what I’m wearing on the plane home for the holidays.
These shoes are a collaboration with Allen Edmonds: I wanted a pair of classic clean American black oxfords, and had them done in the finest smooth black leather, with rubber soles for comfort. I’m giving away a pair to the lucky reader who e-mails email@example.com with his shoe size and a sentence explaining why we should pick you. May the odds be in your favor.
photos by BJ Pascual