The iconography of jeans comes replete with images of rugged cowboys, sooty Levi - Strauss clad workers toiling down mineshafts and snake hipped rockers swigging from bottles of Jack Daniel's.
And then there are white jeans, whose sporting bleaches those concepts into the background and shrilly shrieks:
" High maintenance slacker on a bit of a jolly."
White jeans are the sartorial equivalent of long nails. Getting down and dirty is positively verboten when clad within, they are for
gliding between appointments and meetings, at least one of which must include a large G&T - no rorschach stain to fear.
White jeans + loafers on either sex = Eurotrash.
White jeans + vertiginous heels = man eating sex kitten.
Liz Hurley almost soiled them by incessantly strutting through the '90's in them but I think there's life in tighty whities yet.
See you in a fortnight!