Snob Blog

I love a pair of Levi’s
or Wranglers.
or Raw,
Japanese, denim.
High quality and

thick.
I love the way they reflect our culture and the longevity in which they last.
Beaten up, stained and faded,
they still last.
I buy my boyfriend’s jeans.
I pick out styles for him,
and I make him try every shade.
He puts them on

and shows me them one by one

as if my opinion is more important than the mirror’s.
I judge them harshly
there is no point in getting second-best.
I know
if there is no first place,
we won’t buy them.
Dark rinse, black, light wash
Bootleg, straight, baggy, high-rise,
I take them to the counter.
The total is three numbers
before the decimal point.
and he
looks.. worried.
I steady him with my gaze,
My card,
My love,
and tell him,
I was always going to buy them.
Always.

I haven’t had a pair of black jeans
in months. 
I’ll make the purchase myself.