Button-down blue jeans with frayed cuffs laid on the pavement haphazardly as though someone had just taken them off. Their casualness took on a strange beauty. They didn't seem to be belong to anyone anymore, yet they were the perfect pair of jeans. I could have owned them. They looked worn and comfortable. I thought to myself, "Who just took off these jeans?" I could still sense the body that wore them. The previous owner's height and proportions were revealed in their size and cut. They were lovely.