Good morning fashion trivia: Did you know that it's technically illegal for women in Paris to wear pants? It's true, according to this Huffington Post article about the ban, which was passed in 1800. What does the "minister in charge of gender equality" (do we have one of those?!) have to say about it? "Disuse is sometimes more efficient than (state) intervention in adapting the law to changing mores." Just go ahead and erase it, dude. Lose it. I guarantee that pioneering pants-wearer Coco Chanel is a greater national treasure than some dusty-ass obsolete city ordinance that, it has been pointed out, makes Paris less progressive than Sudan. Meanwhile, Garance Doré recently wrote an amusing post about the trouble with low-rise jeans:
But in practice, well, during the first five minutes I’m wearing them, when I leave my apartment, making my way down the street as a happy and accomplished woman, hair in the wind, I’m contented… Until I feel my jeans slipping down my leg a little with each step. The wind in my hair stops flat. No need to even look, I know exactly what’s going down: in two seconds, my belt is going to be at mid-ass, and the crotch of the jeans is going to be at mid-thigh. Low-rise jeans: they fall, they slip, they never stay in place.
And this is when the dance starts that’ll keep on keepin’ on for the rest of my day: THE DANCE OF PICKING MY JEANS BACK UP. You gotta grab ‘em by each side and wooooooh! give ‘em a nice yank to get them back up nice and high, bend and straighten each leg in a stupifyingly graceful way, and then a nice little shimmy-shake to get the butt-cheeks back in their original position.
These jeans… Do I have to banish them from my wardrobe as well?
Yeah Garance, technically you do.
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