THE LATE NINETIES and early noughties have a lot to answer for, jeanswise.
With the nineties came the advent of the enormo flare, and in particular the enormo Susst flare.
We have so many feelings…
The joy when you got a new pair
They were dear. Really dear. Trying to cajole your mam into buying something she “thought went out in the sixties” was tricky.
Making that trip to Hairy Legs to make the purchase
Liffey Street and Talbot Street in Dublin, Mainguard Street in Galway. What a time.
Or Prime Time in Cork
Or Gasoline on North Main Street
Or Rawhide in Ballina
Or any of the regional shops bringing jean coolness in to your life.
Getting just the right length to suit your runners
Too long and you’d be soaking up street juice to the knees on rainy days. Too short and you’d look like a tool.
Having to settle for Nope
Nope was Susst’s slightly cheaper counterpart. Not quite Susst, but good enough.
Or compromising with Hobo
Hobo was Nope’s cool cousin. They had a whole Hobo shop just off Dame Street in Dublin. A WHOLE SHOP!
