Honestly, most of my style and taste were crafted from things I saw as a kid or things I wanted to do—but wasn’t allowed to. Denim was one of them. My parents are old school. I’m first generation born here—they grew up in Guyana, South America. My dad didn’t wear long pants until he was 16. He saw the importance of tailoring, a fun dress shirt and shined shoes. The idea of jeans—ripped or otherwise was foreign to him and was reserved for white teel idos or motorcycle men—I was neither. As a teenager, I tried to wear ripped jeans a few times—much to the disdain of my mother who would say “Don’t tell them your my son with those on”
A decade or two later, denim is more than just a fabrication—it’s a lifestyle. And quite frankly one of the hardest things to find due to fit, wash and a whole bunch of other stuff we’ll discuss at another time.
Some folks call them distressed jeans, but I don’t like the concept of distressed—so ripped is what I use. It’s important to make sure the rips are strategic—either at the knees or all over. Sometimes I see folks with rips so big, you can see all of their thighs, and to that I say.. nah.
Check out some ripped jeans I’m feeling below.
Ripped Jeans (with no skin exposed) by Polo Ralph Lauren $98