If you ask me right now what I would choose if I could only wear one outfit for the rest of my life, then I know it. I even told a friend recently: if I have to wear this forever, I would be bizarrely happy. And I mean it. Give me a black leather jacket, a black shirt, my ripped 501 in regular fit, and All Stars, and you won't hear from me again. A nice bag and cool sunglasses would be great, but other than that: content. So when my 501 gave up on me last month, I had to swallow hard. It was worn down to the thread and done with me. But there was a letter from Levi's on Friday: a brand new pair, in exactly the right wash, nice and stiff and sturdy. We're going to live long and happily, until it gets tired of me.