The opposite of pavement pleasure must be pavement pain. I like graceful flowing lines, such as those of the satin and velvet full-length harem pants made for me by my tailor in Tangier. I dislike the graceless wrinkles in jeans, especially around the knees. But in truth, most clothes I see do not grab the attention enough to cause pain. Drab, shapeless, beige: they're merely pavement bleurgh.