These Japanese Jeans Turned Me Into a True-Blue Denimhead

For years, there was a running joke among my colleagues, at both the store I worked at and the denim-focused website I wrote for, that I didn’t wear jeans. They weren’t entirely wrong. I respected the idea of jeans on paper, but in practice, chinos, fatigues, and cords always felt like the more winning proposition. Then, almost a decade ago, I was given a pair of OrSlow 105s by a generous friend who’d accidentally hemmed them a little too short. It was the rare instance in which being…