This afternoon, I walked into a fancy denim boutique in the East Village out of curiosity. Browsing the men's selection (which, as always, is about a fifth as large as the women's), the woman behind the counter came up to me to make a sale.
"Those jeans you're looking at are really great," she said. "They're a lot like the ones you're wearing now, but a little more tailored."
Their jeans: $218.
My jeans: $30, at Old Navy, two years old.
If I were like a lot of people on the streets today dropping Euros or Pounds, it would almost be worth it.
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