A Great Day in Harlem - Art Kane, 1958
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gaws:
I washed my jeans today.
There’s a weird bond you start to develop with a pair of jeans that you’ve had for a long time, and only guys who have gone through this understand me. They become like a dog or a friend, and you begin to count on them.
Over the past four years, my New Standards have been biked in, spilt on, dragged through mud and even thrown up on (not by me, mind you). They’ve been sitting somewhere between my hips and halfway down my ass through some of the best and worst times of my life. They’ve ripped, and torn, and been repaired more times than myself or my tailor can count.
As I’ve grown, I’ve bought new denim, and more expensive denim but somehow there’s something about these guys that make me wear them more than anything else.
So after about 8 months without a wash I finally showed them some love, and this is how they came out. Good as new, sort of.
