When I was twenty I studied in Paris for a semester. I had to pack five months worth of clothes into one suitcase. I packed my favorite pair of Levis, with both knees blown out and distressed to perfection. I hit the streets of Paris and couldn’t make it more than five feet without snickering grannies wanting to run after me with their sewing needles or better yet a garbage can. Nowadays distressed is the BEST!