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snarpUniqlo jeans sold for $30 in Japan four years ago: They are just starting to get a hole in them.
Uniqlo jeans sold for $80 in New York a year ago (though I got them cheaper): They are also just starting to get a hole in them, because they're made of noticeably coarser denim.
(They're also fading out in places, but that's a less cynical design decision, given that Americans like our jeans to have shitty dye. Fading in weird places on jeans feeds our rapacious hunger for mass-produced authenticity, as a result of some stew of cultural symbolism left on the burner so long that its original ingredients are now unidentifiable.
Though bleaching in weird places on t-shirts doesn't work, because it indicates a person who has actually cleaned a thing. No one wants to look like a person who has actually cleaned a thing.)
And these daifuku I got in Lexington taste like marshmallows. Way too sweet.
Uniqlo jeans sold for $80 in New York a year ago (though I got them cheaper): They are also just starting to get a hole in them, because they're made of noticeably coarser denim.
(They're also fading out in places, but that's a less cynical design decision, given that Americans like our jeans to have shitty dye. Fading in weird places on jeans feeds our rapacious hunger for mass-produced authenticity, as a result of some stew of cultural symbolism left on the burner so long that its original ingredients are now unidentifiable.
Though bleaching in weird places on t-shirts doesn't work, because it indicates a person who has actually cleaned a thing. No one wants to look like a person who has actually cleaned a thing.)
And these daifuku I got in Lexington taste like marshmallows. Way too sweet.
