I cant even remember when i got those jeans. They were brand new once, clearly a very long time ago. I usually buy a pair and wear them until it becomes obvious to others, usually before me, that I need to move on. For some reason, I just couldn't part with these. On shoots when I'd have another rip, an on-set tailor would just stitch it up. And this went on for many years, ripping and repairing, and here we are. There's something very Joseph Beuys about it: the distressing and the repairing, the many hands that have helped bring it back to life. It feels very artisanal to me, something with history—my history, at least