I went shopping for jeans last week.
Most of the shops looked as if they had been stocked up from a jumble sale. The jeans were in a worse condition than the ones I was replacing!
(the ones that had crumpled and faded because I'd been wearing them for three years to do the gardening, work in the garage, decorate the house etc).
Then there were the ones with the leg seam winding round the leg, so that they came out bandy legged, or the ones with the sagging crotch, presumably so that your trendy teen could look as if he was wearing a nappy!
It was not all bad though, oddly enough. The narrow black Levi s that I like are clearly so unfashionable that I got them half price!
I just don't get buying pre-ruined clothes- or artificially distressed guitars either. The way to look like a worker is to work. The way to look as if you have played a thousand rough gigs is to get out and play them.
It does remind me a little of the kids (technically adults actually) in Jamie's Dream School who demand respect despite never having done a useful act in their lives.
They don't want to 'pay their dues'.
Cheers
Dave