Just remember: it aint trite if you do it right!
Denim doesn’t like solitude. Denim is an easy lover of sorts, playing well with others, making the sartorial rounds and hopping from bed to bed. But never was there a brighter and more inspired match than denim all cozied up with its mirror image shadow self. That’s right: denim is denim’s spirit twin and double denim is the closest thing to nirvana that one can possibly hope to achieve.
The delightful pairing is undeniable. Denim on denim is intuitive yet peculiarly innovative. It hypnotizes us with its nuanced cultural awareness and its breezy composure. Denim on denim feels brazenly self assured, never failing to compel the crowds and elicit a curious mix of confusion and awe.
Never one to throw a pity party, denim doesn’t care a drop what the unstudied sophomores or spineless sycophants have to say about it. Double denim is an affront to the conventional mores of the sartorial silhouette. It flies in the face of the establishment and it reappropriates something universal into something niche, proving that just enough of a good thing can be subversive when taken to radical proportions.
Double denim allows us to engage with the temporal transience of style and it self consciously inserts us into a dialogue with the generations of the past. Gordon Lightfoot won’t answer my calls but by decking myself out in a dizzying assemblage of denim I can enter into a holy communion with his blue bedecked spirit.
