This writer certainly sees the allure of the midcentury man-god and his hipbone-revealing pants. It was my teenage glimpse of Mick Jagger rooster-walking and soliciting sympathy for the devil in a pair of mulberry hip-huggers that put me on a years-long quest to find my own pair. Still, I must caution against the revival of the ultra-low-rise pant.
See, we've been through this before. The Vogue article positions low-rise jeans as dovetailing nicely with fashion's current '70s obsession. But, let's not forget the last time our infatuation with the "Me" Decade led to a completely ill-advised revival of the ultra-low-rise: the late '90s and early 2000s. The endgame of low-rise obsession is not cool, sexy, rock 'n' roll pants; it is mangled denim and wanton pubic-bone-baring.
Today, we present scenes from the last low-rise revival — and demand that we never again return to the days of the five-inch rise.