The jean jacket: Replacement is a chore
There are absolute wardrobe granite monuments, and one is the jean jacket. Since at least age sixteen, I've slipped one over a dress, trousers, or—back in the day—shorts. Shove it in a backpack, throw it in the washer‚ only looks better as it ages. The soft blue is imbued with memories of backyard bar-be-ques, outdoor concerts, and walks home from the pub. Originally designed as ranch wear (the waist length is meant for riding and driving), the jean jacket is only slightly less ubiquitous than denim jeans, and, despite efforts at embellishments like a faux-fur collar or floral lining, looks best with no adornment other than chest pockets. During my spring-prep cleanout, I pulled out three: Left: By Façonnable, bought in NYC during the blackout of August 2003 when my luggage never arrived. With a nipped waist and no band on cuff or hem, it's more feminine than the traditional Western version. I have always loved it, but it has only ever fit over a tee. Top right: A classic jean