blue jeans

Wearing pressed blue jeans, a navy suit coat and a checked shirt, Jacobs took a seat in the middle of the nearly empty room.

James Carville, who showed up in dark sunglasses, blue jeans, and running jacket.

Her uniform—strapless white bra, blue jeans, suspenders, and fiery red mohawk—evokes the era of Desperately Seeking Susan.

Paul, strutting across the stage with a wireless microphone and wearing blue jeans, hit almost every other note.

Driving a dusty VW, with the seats covered in plastic, Riahi was wearing blue jeans and sneakers and a white winter coat.

The idea seemed as absurd as a $200 pair of designer blue jeans, as ridiculous as a burger made from Kobe beef.

"That's one way for 'em to get blue jeans," said the driver cryptically.

He wore a suit of blue jeans evidently made in the domestic circle.

His boarding-house had become a cheaper one week by week, and his blue jeans had grown shabbier.

They had on windbreakers the color of old cement and blue-jeans, with their waistbands concealed.

At one corner was a little shop, where a few men in blue jeans had gathered to talk after their day's work.