I've been dying to get started on this story, because I'm obsessed with a good pair of ripped black nylons. However I just spent close to an hour searching through google images for a decent example. That's just how this look is, incredibly difficult to wear properly. Ladies, and gents, this is an art. Just like Motherwell knows where to put his brushstroke, that tear has to be just as subtle and just as calculated. Then on top of it all, it has got to look like an accident. I like the pair shown here, found on http://kateomalleyyy.blogspot.com. They are just right, in that they are unpredictable, follow no set pattern, look like were an accident but not like she was in an accident. You can't just buy a pair of nylons and cut a bunch of holes in them to look cool. Then you're just going to look like a girl who bought a pair of nylons and cut a bunch of holes in them to look cool. You have to be clever to look interesting.
Last summer I was living in New Haven, CT, land of Yale and sitting at an overly crowded coffee shop when I noticed one of those rare birds. The beautiful Yale student who doesn't talk too loud, or dress like Ann Taylor is her best friend, or somehow finds a way to make Fiorentini Baker's look bad simply because she doesn't understand they have to go with your body and the outfit. Just that they are expensive isn't enough. This girl was the perfect coincidence. Her long dark hair was unkempt like a leaves cascading down a lightpost. Her body was tall and thin and her face was bored, but used to it. Her blazer was loose enough to move around and she wore a short black skirt, skin tight, with tight torn in just the right places. She had probably accrued each tear as she went about her day. Maybe checking the mail a neighbors dog lept on her. When she was late for class she fell once, books flying and all. Perhaps she washed them with her car keys by accident. My favorite part about her outfit, (yes it was the tights was that she wore it as though she had no idea that she was even wearing tights, let alone that they were ripped. She had other things on her mind. And those are the girls, those are the people who always look best, no matter what. It's never the girl who's jeans are torn every 1.75 inches at 4 inches wide. She's the girl who looks at everyone no matter what she's doing. She's the girl who pays more attention to strangers than how much sugar she's putting in her own coffee. Even though she's going to have to drink it. What could be more important than you? Despite the idea that someone may need your help, you should really just be lost in your thoughts all of the time. That's how you end up with a pair of perfectly ripped tights, by not trying to.
Refer to Wang 2009.