Justin Bieber flies the flag for unconventional styling. He’s been doing that for the best part of his career. The 29-year-old singer wore a goddamn blanket to the Vanity Fair Oscar Party! While most celebrities shield their faces in blacked-out shades, he’s doing his bit in bug-eyes specs. He’s fully admitted himself into fashion’s Twilight Zone. Faced with something left-field, whether it’s Balenciaga’s super stomper sneaks or a crop top, he sings “Never Say Never”.

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Bieber owns über baggy denim bottoms. As in, he owns them. They’re his thing. Matt Smith might try them out, as might Michael B Jordan. But they’re Bieber’s bag. The last time we saw him in a pair of skinny jeans was when he was a teeny pop bopper making music videos shot in bowling alleys. Today he’s fully weaponising massive bottoms.

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But Bieber’s getting even wavier with his jeans. Case in point, yesterday, following his blink-and-you’ll-miss-it stint at the Oscars (no red carpet for this popstar please), Bieber was photographed with his other half Hailey in Los Angeles. The latter, her usual put-together self in leather and denim, the former, doing his bit in his offbeat baggy Drewhouse fit. The singer, however, decided that the time has come to amp things up a little. Not just wide legs, but ridiculously long, loose and louche bottoms that puddle at the feet and drag underfoot? Bieber’s down.

It makes sense. Justin Bieber is the high king of slouch. His style isn’t the gilded stuff of Tinsel Town. You won’t see him running around town in a steamed Gucci jacket. He’s the master of sagging (that’s wearing jeans that sit significantly below the waist). Ergo, it was only a matter of time before he took baggy to the baggiest of extremes.

But is Bieber going too far? Sure, letting our jeans tear underfoot like one of Venice Beach’s skater boys is a drag for those of us who actually have to think about buying our denim, but this is Bieber. He’s worth millions. He has a license to get freaky, even if it pays. And if his trousers rip in the name of keeping his Slouch King status, then so be it. He’s down.