Maybe, but I suspect that the real objective is to conform to the expectations of their peers
Insofar as the 50s were concerned, in Scotland, there was little opportunity for looking different to the rest of the herd. Cool hadn't been invented.
I saw my very first example of the blue jeans ensemble in 1957, during a term in night shift, a compulsory part of my mechanical engineering apprentice experience. (You will understand the irresistible lure of the alternative siren song of fashion photography.) On the shift, there was a young engineer who owned the whole deal: jeans and
denim jacket! We imagined James Dean had joined the company. I believe he refused several offers to buy (the den¡ms). He had the clothes because he'd been on 'the boats' for a while, and had seen the other world. It was worse for the girls: they looked like their own mothers even after the first freedoms came along...
Italy was also an attraction, but I think the US drape suit came along first though; fully clad, we looked like apes: tiny legs and massive tops. I see the drape as a sort of zoot suit, but without the high-waisted pants.
America never got the Italian suit right: Playboy
insisted in photographing it with too short legs and the wrong shoes. The leg deficiency is something that seems to exist, still, with trousers worn by German ladies.
Thank goodness that for most of my life I could get away with nothing much more than jeans, T-shirts and/or sweatshirts. How divine to work in fashion yet be able to scorn its demands! Oh - I did once buy a Cecil Gee leather coat. I felt sort of obliged: McDonalds in Buchanan Street was a very good client. I felt it a fair exchange of credits.