Cavalli weed jeans and t-shirt kind of girl

I like denim because I’m lazy. I like denim because there’s a lot of subliminals there, you either know what you’re doing or you don’t… In the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter that much, but to an instigator like me it’s pretty compelling evidence.

Anyway, I’m a fiend for a good pair of jeans (my definition of a good pair, which may be proprietary I’m still deciding) because I’m lazy. I mean I’m not wearing Snoopy pajama pants.

I’ve also always loved loud shit. Could be a childhood thing or an Italian American thing. A pair of Cavalli jeans ended up revolutionizing my jeans and t-shirt uniform that I wore over and over and over like a cartoon. The Cavalli “leaf print” jeans, allegedly from 1999 but it could also be 2000.

Weed puts me to sleep so I’m not too into it, but I do love the prominence of a weed leaf. They remind me of my Cape Cod boyfriends, sugar free Red Bull, and unfinished basement parties. Simpler times.

I viciously lowballed and got these jeans a few years ago, but then my house burned down in the Palisades fire, blah blah blah. I found another pair from a french boutique. Round two with my weed jeans hallelujah.

Cavalli jeans exist in a s-xl size range. What the hell, I know. A medium for me works great (except when they’re wicked long but you manage with the cuts you are dealt and the lowballs that are accepted).

Roberto Cavalli made jeans for women that were not only interesting/defining/artistic, but also comfortable/form-fitting/sittable.

Thinking about the evolution of jeans feels weird or even a little boring, like the progression of iPhones or something. There we were and here we are.

Although jeans were very, 💪AMERICAN 💪, the French made them cool and then Cavalli made them hot.

Roberto Cavalli wanted to be a painter. His grandfather was Giuseppe Rossi, an artist and member of the Macchiaioli Movement. He hung around factories studying the silk screen printing process, designing textiles he’d then sell to Hermès and Pierre Cardin.

Cavalli founded his own brand in 1970, debuting (and patenting) a new technique for printing onto leather and suede.

By this point, denim had evolved from utilitarian workwear of the 1930s to a symbol of rebellion in the 50’s and 60’s…the mid 70’s solidified its place as a designer driven statement piece.

Sex sells or whatever, that’s what Calvin Klein focused on with their jeans, à la Brooke Shields.

Of course Cavalli went that same route, I just like his story more. He created his first printed jeans in 1988. He debuted sandblasted jeans in 1994 (you shouldn’t do this anymore btw). He revolutionized denim in 1995, by collaborating with Lycra to create a new form of stretch denim.

And that’s why those weed jeans aren’t too blown out, aren’t too 2014 soho man, but are just right. There’s a flow to them, I could wear them to pilates but why would I ever.

Vintage Cavalli jeans are…expensive-ish, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t an “or best offer” in your future, somewhere. I think to wear these jeans today means to pretty much be like every other girl curating photo dumps and waiting for her next Aperol Spritz but I’m okay with that. My weed jeans live on.

Jeans are essential for crawling around the black mold carpet of an estate sale. Has anyone else ever gotten the black mold disclaimer at a sale? The last one I was hit with, the company just said, hold your breath when you go into this room…

Here are this weekend’s estate sales. Stunning coffee tables, works of art really. A whole backyard of vintage clothing. Ugh I might have to trek to the Valley to grab some prints… Six major sales and a few honorable mentions below.