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.
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.