Nothing proves that time is a flat circle more than the resurrection of A.P.C. jeans. The Parisian label had a chokehold on guys (myself included) in the early 2010s—it was basically the gateway drug to selvedge denim. I still remember grabbing a pair of slim-fit Petit Standards for around $185 back in 2013, which was the most I’d ever spent on jeans. The rigidness was a shock to my pre-washed-denim-softened legs—these things could practically stand on their own.
What pulled me in? The…

