I am not as old as the Pharaohs, but I am of a certain age, so therefore old enough to remember a time when there were not too many styles or brands of jeans to choose from. All you had to do, when you wanted new ones, was to pitch up at a shop that sold them, struggle in and out of a few pairs and buy the pair that fitted best. Jeans shopping was much simpler back in the day.
Fast forward to the second decade of the twenty-first century and the landscape of jean retailing has changed beyond recognition. These days jeans come in: a multitude of styles by disparate brands and designers; a kaleidoscope of colours; and many different types of denim. Not only is there a bewildering array to choose from, there is also a plethora of prices points. I had an open mind on the price issue, and if the right pair in a designer brand had turned up I would have bought them. On the other options, my mind was as closed as a clam because I was looking for something akin to what I thought of as a traditional jean.
I was in and out of so many shops in Dublin, so many times, that I am sure the staff in these shops thought I was planning a major denim heist. In the end, I found the pair that suited me best, leastways I think they do, and that were closest to the vision I had of an archetypal jean, in Topshop. My new jeans are a pair of Moto Girlfriend Jeans: I don’t pretend any expertise but I think Girlfriend Jeans are a less slouchy version of the Boyfriend style of jeans that have dominated the denim market in recent times.
I like that my new jeans are made of soft denim, that they are a muted shade of grey, that they are high-waisted, and that they cost an affordable sixty-one euro.