Not Velvet, still a collective Goldmine: Martin Margiela’s Waxed Pants.

Few moments in film are as memorable as Ewan McGregor’s visceral and drug-addled bounding around a stage in Velvet Goldmine. Clad in mercilessly tight leather pants Curt Wild (McGregor) delivers a performance of Wylde Ratttz’s ‘T.V. Eye’ inspired by the v. feral Iggy Pop while rather enthusiastically fondling and baring himself, all in the name of garage-rock.

Now, I’m not saying I’ll be going to such lengths to entertain but were I to do so, I can’t possibly think of any other jeans that’d fit the bill better than these Margiela wax-coated pants. I mean, they ooze wreckless abandon and general uninhibitedness. Not quite so tight as Wild’s in the film but despite fit/material differences we’re in the same vein, here. The coral are also rather Brian Slade, don’t you think?

Oh, and they “age and disintegrate” (oki-ni‘s words) over time to give a distinctly vintage air. Not unlike the somewhat weathered Iggy himself, then.

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Note: If you’re slightly perplexed as to where all these Velvet Goldmine references stemmed from, then know that Todd Haynes makes great films for rainy days. Next is Far From Heaven.