Some things are just better when they fade away.
Not that I did an excellent job breaking in those jeans, though. And jeans shall be the topic of the day.
This is probably my first raw jean that I tried to break in and stuff with effort. Before this year, I wasn't in the best shape of my life, literally and otherwise, to be having an interest in having a pair of jeans to be totally called, well, my own, in the sense of the fading and stuff.
I can't describe this strange sense of pride in me when I had my first groin tear, not of the muscular type, but rather the apparel kind.
Well, lots of lessons here, in case I want to have another pair to work on next time.
- Do not rush into washing, seriously. No matter how much the women in your life (read: moms and girlfriends) nag about it!
- You can wear your jeans almost anywhere and do almost anything you want to do, so why not?
- Down-sizing. There are many different takes on this, but for me, choose the one that fits, well, at least barely to start off with. My reason being that, because these jeans do stretch, some more than others, we should get those that fit so that over exertion won't stretch the jeans more than we wanted, like, extra stretch, especially the waistband. I think that's something that the APCs are very prone to. Or, in case you get less stretch-y ones, then at least you can wear them out after a week of purchase. Personally I wouldn't want to wait for a month before I stretch it out to be able to not look like a boy in tights. And let's face it, down-sizing initiated from vanity sizing, then the real denim enthusiasts, which obviously my shallow knowledge and inferior passion keeps me out the list, discovered that we don't have to get exact sizes to get a good fit.
- Don't plainly just believe in all that hype. Go ahead and get your pre-washed jeans. Stick with your mainstream Nudies. Try something rare. Just keep an open mind, because I believe everyone has their right to wear what they want, the way they want it. Sometimes people do it, well, wrong. But isn't right and wrong just another gauge that we set within ourselves? Share with them, help them, and maybe they just need somebody for advice so they can fix their mistakes.
I've made lots of mistakes myself, too. Still, everybody has to have a start. Which is why I hate this sense of elitism in some of those, well, elites.
Back in the days, I thought I was God of music. I condemned all mainstream music, I slammed metal-core bands and I always thought that my playlist shall be THE playlist. How wrong was I, I didn't know till, maybe, one year ago.
To limit yourself to one rigid perspective is selfish not only to others, but most importantly, to yourself. We should always have lines drawn, our own codes and standards, but to expect everything to fall into our set of beliefs is childish.
We cannot embrace art, in any form, if we do not open our minds. Shutting ourselves from alternative perspectives would only give us less knowledge, and with that a lesser space for appreciation for any kind of beauty. We are human because, probably, we care for things more than is expected of living things. Music, literature, fashion, food, paintings; they're all but the same. They stem from our natural inclination to appreciate the finer things. If you don't look past the frame of one painting, you will not see the next one.
