Brand-labelled, yet earthy,
The blue jeans reigns
Among the youthful togs,
The vacuous youth
Of his machismo
And her sensuality.
But this Levi-Strauss concoction
Was nothing but the cowhands’ wear
To muck around in barns and fields,
In all the mires and manure;
And, in all the climes, its toughness a legend,
Its wear and tear needed no consideration.
Akin to tough hide and
Hideous in hue of washed out blue,
The blue jeans was no fashion plate!
Yet, glorified by Calvin Kline
And others of that ilk,
Teens pour their nether limbs
Into the twin pipes of blue denim.
Or acid-worn or both-
Frayed with careful care
And not with wear,
Loose-hipped or hip-hugged,
The blue jeans heads the triumphal march
From practicality to glamour-wear,
From rural scene to urban chic-
A fashion nexus and a teen uniform!
Excellent commentary on the “history” of bluejeans!
Well written (as usual, of course!).
It made me smile!
There’s a Denim Day on April 25 just for your bday… =P