image sourced from tumblr The denim jacket; not quite the first thing that comes to mind when thinking about the classics. It’s not a sleek black blazer, or a pair of killer high heels, but instead the kind of piece that conjures up strong images of Americana, and nostalgia of a youth not yet forgotten. I’ll never forget my first denim jacket. A bright white, which when worn with my matching white overalls was a recipe for disaster, especially considering my propensity at that age to crawl around playgrounds and trip over my own feet. But it was fresh, almost…