Naturally, when choosing his own jeans, Dorsey prefers pants that reflect that heritage. He is an aficionado of those made by fashion designer Scott Morrison. Dorsey notes that he plans to make a pilgrimage to Morrison’s shop in New York City’s SoHo district, where they sell jeans made from cotton handpicked in Zimbabwe and woven by craftspeople in Japan. Once, Dorsey says with quiet awe, Morrison provided rigid, unwashed jeans to dishwashers at a New York City restaurant. They wore them constantly in the filthy steaming kitchens, creating a bewitching pattern of wear that was painstakingly replicated by Morrison’s jeansmiths. It’s an elaborate process, all in the pursuit of wabi-sabi.
I wonder how the dishwashers feel about super rich people paying a ton of money to pretend they have a life as full as dishwashers.