Blue jeans, no belt... cuff of one leg's frayed, a little worn, other's missing the hem completely and has just fringe around the tops of bare feet. There are pale blue paint-stains on the tops of the thighs from when I painted my apartment, a hole the size of a dime on the left knee, and the color's more gray than blue after countless washes. They're broken in perfectly, comfortable enough to wear with nothing else. Like when you break in a good pair of leather work-gloves... they're loose on you, but they grip in the places you bend them, so that even when you're not wearing them it's like you can see yourself in them, laying there on the hardwood in the light of a digital clock, you know their shape almost as well as you know the shape of your lover there in the bed.
They're not designer, not pre-distressed. Just out of the drier, smelling faintly of fabric softener and the old spice shower gel I just used. I'll take these over khakis any day.