Girls in Jeans

Maybe I'm being a little too raw or base with this post, but I've decided to post this anyway. I just really like the way girls look in jeans.

There's a couple of reasons for this. First of all jeans are kinda the "in" fashion. They are very comfortable, and I can't really think of any other particular article of clothing that is more patently American. They've been around since the late 19th century and unlike many of the fad fashions that have been all the rage for a few minutes, jeans have lasting appeal.

Second, when it comes to fashion I tend to like simplicity. I've seen some fashion shows on TV, and it seems to me that the more garish an outfit is, the more fashionable it is. Most of what walks down the runway is more humorous than glamorous.

Thirdly, I do like the female form. Maybe it's just me getting old, or maybe more artsy, I don't know, but one of the things I've done over the last few years is try to find a deeper appreciation for art. Art as a whole can be looked as man's attempt to answer the question "why?". There's a depth in art that you are not likely to find many other places, and since the expression of art is so fluid, there are a variety of forms it can take. The ancient sculptors captured something mysterious in their statues, and the object of sculpting was almost invariably the human form. The male form reflects strength and power while the female form embodies grace and elegance. Sure, some of my attraction to the female form is because I'm male, but at the same time I'm also growing into an appreciation that isn't hormone driven as I get older. In an effort to do this, I'm studying Rodin, and so far my favorite pieces are "She Who Used to be the Beautiful Heaulmiere" and "Caryatid Who Has Fallen under Her Stone." These pieces convey a story about a beauty that has been corrupted, but is still there.

Am I saying that a girl wearing a pair of jeans is Rodin material? In a way yes, at least more so than the abominations of the catwalk. When you add the simplicity of jeans to the elegance of the female form, you get a walking breathing form of art where the true beauty isn't on the surface where just anyone can see. Instead there's a hidden mysterious elegance that can only be perceived by someone who is willing to invest a little bit of themselves and dig deeper and see through the story of conformity to the feminine grace that isn't apparent, but nevertheless is still there, lying unseen.

Plus, girls in sweatpants just look frumpy to me.