Playing in the Jean Pool (plus another fantastic giveaway)

In 1980, nothing came between Brooke Shields and her Calvin Kleins.
Of course, she was only 15 at the time, so a few people thought that might be TMI.

Not too long ago I stopped in at Dennis’ House of Vintage (1239 Queen St. West). I was very pleased to find that they had a really decent selection of awesome late 70s and early 80s designer jeans – brands like Sergio Valente and Jordache. You know, high waisted and practically painted on. Think Kate Jackson, Blair in The Facts of Life or Debbie Harry. Since then, I’ve been searching them out everywhere. My latest find, a pair of Cote d’Azur brand, came from a tiny thrift store outside of London, Ontario. The genius of these jeans is threefold: they never ride down when you sit or bend, they make your legs look about a mile long, and if they’re slightly unflattering, it’s actually charming. Beat that.

But don’t forget! These were made in the days before Lycra. I wore my new favourite skintight Jordache to work yesterday; it was tricky, to say the least. First, thinking I could sit in those things was a HUGE MISTAKE. Second, I’m pretty sure they actually bruised me all around the waist and hips. Heh, heh. You have been warned.

At the same time I found my sexy Cote d’Azur, I also found what may be the greatest jeans since Fancy Ass – and though they didn’t fit me, I felt it was my duty to find them a good home. Inspired by The Gambler, I now have in my possession a pair of gen-u-ine Kenny Rogers’ Lady jeans… and they could be yours.

Our denim model is a size 31 (modern sizing) and these jeans are a shade big.
She is also, at 5’3”, wearing four inch platform heels… These are loooong.

Remember last year’s shoe giveaway? Well, the rules are basically the same. Write us a note in the comments section describing why you are the Lady Kenny himself would want representing his particular brand of class and sass. The winner will be announced on the website in one week, on April 21. See below for exact sizing and fine print…

• Label sizing: 13/14 (but remember, that’s circa 1986 – probably closer to a 10 now)
• Waist: 29-30”
• Hip (at widest point): 38”
• Inseam: 33.5”
• Rise: 12” (holy crap!)

• Contestants from the US and Canada are elligible to win not only these fine denim pants, but they will receive their booty’s booty with shipping costs included (up to a maximum of $10, sent by regular post). If a winner is chosen outside of North America, they will be responsible for mailing/shipping costs. Once those costs are determined, they can be paid directly to WORN through Paypal.
WORN employees are welcome to enter. I would hate for any of you girls to be pantsless.
• Contest winner will be announced on the WORN website. It is up to the contestant to contact WORN with complete mailing details in order to redeem their prize at that time.

An Ode To The Tuxedo, Canadianized

Reading my morning roster of blogs today, I came across a simple photograph of Garance Doré casually crossing a street. Wearing a light wash denim jacket paired with a nude bandage skirt she looks, at once, completely nonchalant and impeccable. Her hair is modest, quite understated in fact, parted in the middle and pulled back in a low bun. Though she generally works behind the lens, her expression and posture convince me that she is just as comfortable as the subject, a candid model in transit. My explanation hardly does justice to the kind of arresting presence Doré commands in the photo, but there is something altogether mesmerizing about the moment captured. Perhaps it’s the ease with which she navigates the cobblestone street on wedged heels, or the way her camera strap is wrapped casually around her wrist like an accessory.

The photograph is entitled, “Parisians Do It Better,” and I must concede, Doré has that certain je ne sais quoi – but it frustrates me to think that Parisians are the only ones who do it better. What is it anyway? (Okay okay, I’m getting cheeky now, I know what it is).

Yes, the French have got it down pat (more than pat, really) when it comes to fashion, but certainly there’s something that Canadians do right. To begin with, I work with a team of lovely ladies who could intimidate the pants off any respectable fashion connoisseur. And for the sake of Worn and all the Wornettes working tirelessly each year to make this fashion journal, I have to believe there is a style niche so characteristically Canadian.

In doubt I looked to my closet for answers, and while staring into the sea of indigo, something came to me. Denim jackets with denim pants, denim vests with denim skirts, walk into any Village of Value and you’ll see the message I’m preaching: The Canadian Tuxedo.

I know that I’m supposed to assume a certain audience here, refrain from inundating you lovely readers with style knowledge already burned into your brain, but I want to make sure this post is accessible to everyone (Hi mom!). For the sentence I’m about to write I want to apologize in advance.

A Canadian Tuxedo is jean on jean, if you know what I mean?

Blue up top and you just don’t stop.

I couldn’t think of anything that sounds good with indigo…

In doing some quick internet research (Google image search) I realize that the rest of the world is taking note. Street stylers across the globe are trying to emulate the two-piece we made so famous, and even the Gap’s latest ad campaigns are showcasing supermodels in head-to-toe denim.

I’ve been trying to ask myself why the almighty Canadian Tuxedo is so alluring, and yet, my results are inconclusive. Perhaps the complementary shades of blue conjure images of distant tropical waters — the kind we dream of after enduring winters rife with SAD. Or maybe the success of the indigo tux is far simpler, born of practicality, durability, and comfort.

My last profound and insightful theory is that we all secretly want to be cowboys, rough and rugged herdsmen just waiting for our sartorial showdown.