We wore ripple souls, torn jeans worn as low as you could, black t-shirt that we would write something gnarly and hair so long bosses, teachers and parents would chase us down the block - scissors waving in the air.
That rare moment when we bought a new pair of jeans we jumped in the bath with them - washed scrubbed and then got our sisters best friend to drag us behind their TS185 down the sidewalk over concrete and stones to liven them up. These Saint Bromley jeans are those jeans - experimented with, cut, sewn and constructed on vintage machines and tough enough, in fact 5 times tougher than standard denim - throw these cats in a cement truck to break them in. Cause, perfectly cut, they are life at full extreme ready.
Live that life you want! ... Dad is proud!