While this statement may hold true for some things (a few awkward high school moments come to mind), it does not hold true – in my experience – to denim. What I mean is that even though all the denim cuts in a particular brand, Kasil for example, may be premium, soft and top quality, the perfection of fit may vary. How do I know this? Well, I had to learn the hard way.
Truth be told, I had never even heard of Kasil Denim at the time of my first purchase. What I did know was that they were practically being given away so how could I not at least try, say one…maybe two pairs!
Those first two pairs, the Devious in Tristan and Presley Democracy in Atlantic were a rousing success – in that, private “dance in front of the mirror to the tune of ‘I’m Cool Like That’” kind of way. (hmm – did I really just admit to that?). They fit like a second skin, but better, ‘cause it’s you know, denim. (I’d like to say they are “bootyliscious”, but I fear the loss of what credibility I have left). Suffice to say they were and continue to be prime A list denim in heavy rotation on my wear list.
Finally, I had found denim heaven. Flush with success, I went on to purchase, from a fellow shopper, the Noelle in Baltic in an effort to yet again, attain that pure denim euphoria. And while the fit was snug and acceptable, I just did not attain the same level of elation. Instead of a second skin, they felt more like a separate entity – you know, you stand up, but the jeans are still sitting? But of course, there could be any number of reasons for my failure – I was puffy, the jeans were seconds, I needed to do more butt exercises…
So, in that ‘glass half full kind of way’, I reached for the brass ring one more time by bravely purchasing the Benatar Skinnys in Steel. But again, although the fit was decent, the waist was a bit gappy and thus another failure to recreate pure denim nirvana. Although, I will have to admit the silvery blue wash was quite unique.