The last time I wore a pair was in the mid-90s, and since then I’ve made my peace with having them remain in my sartorial past. Not because I don’t think they’re awesome, but because I fear they would—at best—come off deeply undignified on my 48 year-old self. And at worst, that they would render the bottom half of my body so unlovely to behold that parents might be inspired to shield their children’s eyes as I walk down the street.
So I was frankly rather surprised at myself yesterday when—out doing an afternoon walk-and-shop with the dog —I spied this pair, and thought oh, why the hell not? Something about the capri shape and zipper ankle (which you can’t quite see in this picture, unfortunately)—and the fact that they were J Brand, which I’ve found to be a a strong option for girls with actual hips—made the whole leather pants enterprise feel suddenly, completely within reach. But as it turned out, they were out of my size, and before disappointment had a chance to set in, the knowledge that I had dodged a serious bullet did. It was not going to end well for me and those jeans in that dressing room; this I know.
But I’m still not certain that’s universally true for all women who’ve reached the other side of 40. I mean, French fashion editors of all ages wear the hell out of leather jeans. Would you still give them a spin? Or would you be more inclined to go for for one of the waxed cotton pairs that are all over the place this season and do a pretty decent—but much safer, and way cheaper—approximation—of the look? Color me curious.