My jeans and shirts now hung around the pole.

His raggedy jeans hung so low they looked ready to drop.

His jeans hung off of his legs.

He gripped her hips and lifted her back to the counter; the jeans still hung at her knees.

The jeans hang on the wall in his office, somewhere between art and the laundry pile.

His faded jeans hung low on nonexistent hips, and his long-sleeved navy T-shirt was just the right amount of tight.

His tattered old jeans hung on her, though she'd hacked them off to above her ankles.

The jeans just sort of zip up differently, and things hang differently.

Her cut-off jeans hung low around her hips.

The snake coiled over his left hip, usually hidden by clothing, but he wasn't wearing a belt and the jeans hung low on his hips.