jeans - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
She looked like she came from an underground concert from the 90's. Worn and torn jeans covered her legs, a old faded Metallica muscle tank clad her torso. Her laced up calf high boots were caked with dried and harden mud. Dark circles laid beneath her cold gun metal eyes, dark kohl eyeliner lined her upper lids, which was smudged from either sleep or rubbing her eyes.
Those denim blue legs were two-a-penny downtown, like some uniform for those who couldn't wait to get out of the prescribed polyester blazers of the local comprehensive school. So to be honest, it couldn't have been the faded jeans, worn thin at the knees with tell-tale dark oil stains that made Frank stand out. Perhaps it was more in the way he moved, something about his self confidence. He was the kind of guy that would be equally at home hanging out in the east-side slums or in a tailored suit at city hall. Maybe that's why I had him pegged as a cop from the start, didn't put me off though, just made things more interesting.