"All that shimmers” Composted Levi's 501 Boro Denim

Antique Japanese fabric, denim, and vintage American bandana, meets beautifully worn Levi’s 501, now forever alchemized, by my hand and, inseparable, only to be dismantled by the hands of time.
Something older? Newer? Who knows..
You still reading..??
Good, good, enough with all that philosphical shit amirite, listen here buddy..
Between you and me this here the only pair of these that exist in the known universe and if that won’t getchu atleast 7 hoes at the club idk what will.

Measure: (32” waist // 32” inseam)

“There’s not enough drip on this coast for the lot of us,” I screamed, dunking my jeans back into the river.
The other men, who were about 10 strong in this section of the stream if I remember correctly, were quite annoyed with me at this point, rolling their eyes and, continuing to sift for gold.
“What is this man talking about!?” I heard the other men mutter angrily under their breath…
“Fools,” I thought to myself as I started to distress my jeans.
It was a beautiful Californian summer, 1873 to be exact. The gold rush was booming, with no end in sight, and Levi Strauss had just dropped his first collection of denim on Instagram. What a time to be alive.
Just a few days ago I was in Dubai, but I had to cop a flight to SF when I heard the news.
“Sheeeeesh” exclaimed the man to my left.
He’d just spotted a gold nugget the size of a small bitcoin.
“All that gold and not an ounce of drip, the lot of ya’s” I chuckled to myself.
Not yet pleased with the fade on my denim, I plunged them back into the water just as the man was reaching for the gem, turning the water a deep navy and shrouding the nugget in indigo.
“JAWN, I’ll END YA!” he shouted, frantically searching with his hands for the treasure.
But when the water cleared, it was gone.
And so was I, the feed was getting blessed that day😌✌🏿