Denim roots reach deep into the days of the California Gold Rush. In 1853, a German immigrant named Levi Strauss moved to San Francisco with plans to set up a dry goods store. He had plenty of canvas for tents, but a customer told him that pants were in demand. Strauss came to the rescue, converting canvas into pants he called waist overalls, and sold them to the miners. Apparently, all customers are particular about comfort, and the miners complained that the pants chafed. Since the customer was always right, Strauss sent to France for a softer—but still durable-twilled cotton cloth called serge de Nimes, and “denim” was born. Like anything familiar, it quickly sported a nickname, blue jeans, although the origin of the term is unknown. Continue reading ‘The Fabric of History’
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The Fabric of History
Q&A: LEBRON JAMES
The veteran on the film that chronicles his high school days five whole years ago
Takeaway the league MVP, the five All-Star appearances, the Rookie of the Year award, the high school national championship, the Sports Illustrated cover at 17, and eventually you get to a core. His mom’s in there somewhere, sure—anyone who’d buy her son a $50,000 Hummer for his 18th birthday should be. But most of it’s made up of the small group of friends he grew up with. The guys he played with from middle school through high school back in Akron, Ohio, who dubbed themselves the Fab Five and rarely lost a game together, and who watched—and supported—him as he left them in the realm of mere localphenomery to be a worldwide star. It’s those guys—and the friendship they formed—who are the focus of the new documentary, More Than a Game (out October2). The almost two hours of home movies,gamefootage, and present-day interviews show five boys become friends, a team, and, eventually, men. Which is nowhere near as painfully earnest as it sounds. We talked to him about the film. Continue reading ‘Q&A: LEBRON JAMES’
Alison Brie
A guy walks into a bar and sees a sign that reads, “Cheese sandwich $3.50. Chicken sandwich $4.50. Handjob $5.” He checks his wallet and calls over the waitress. He asks, “Are you the one who does the handjob?”
She smiles at him seductively and says, “I am.”
He says, “Well, wash your friggin’ hands. I want a cheese sandwich.” Continue reading ‘Alison Brie’