As much as I like to keep up with the latest trends, a peek into my closet reveals that comfort always trumps fashion. So when I saw this picture in the newspaper today, my very unlady-like guffaw, followed by my signature pig-snort, startled the woman sleeping next to me on the train. I apologized using my best British accent, “Sorry. Very funny pitchah.”
Apparently, I’m on the late freight, as this picture was taken from last year’s Fashion Week. Nonetheless, I’m not sure what is the LEAST appealing of this gruesome twosome and the two-man pants that they’re modeling for designer Thom Browne.
- Is it the mismatched bonnets/conehead/quaker headdress/papal – Grand Wizard – chef’s hat?
- Or what about the zombie eye make-up that pretty much resembles my Monday morning reflection in the mirror?
- Is it the symmetrically half-tucked in jackets for no apparent reason?
- The ridiculous high-water pants?
- And the blinding white socks?
It’s got to be the fact that these guys’ skinny, naked, hairy legs are actually rubbing against each other inside that singular pant-leg! (Not that there’s anything wrong with it.) But my husband’s and my legs aren’t even that closely entwined before, during or after our conjugal activities, much less when we’re fully dressed and ready to go to work.
Speaking of, as much as I’m all for having fun at work, is this a theme-setter for 3-legged races to the boardroom? Actually, the image really reminds me of those eye-tricking graphic illusions where you ask yourself, “Does that table (or animal) have 3 legs or 4?”
Maybe the recession has finally caught up with the high-fashion world. Now you can save by buying two-fer pants for you and your special buddy. Will the dry-cleaner give you a deal too? It’s still just one freaky pair of pants.
These pants might even be a huge hit in Chernobyl. Bad joke? Hey, don’t get mad at me, I’m not the one designing the stupid pants. I have a feeling this (obviously LSD-inspired) contraption went straight to the clearance racks. I’m sure they’ll come in handy at the next company picnic.
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1 ReformingGeek
// Feb 12, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Um…..That is really pathetic. Talk about carrying around extra baggage.
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2 marissa
// Feb 12, 2009 at 7:34 pm
Yeah – I wonder if either one of them ever asked, “Do these pants make me look fat?”
Uh, no, just stupid. Why do I hate these pants so much? I mean, they’re just pants.
Maybe the picture scares me a little. Kinda like a nightmare image. Reminds me of The Shining, when the little girls are in the hallway chanting, “Come and play with us Danny.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rmn6FRgYwBQ
3 Bartholomew Woods
// Feb 13, 2009 at 11:19 pm
Maybe we are getting to an age where we don’t know what’s “cool” anymore?
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4 marissa
// Feb 14, 2009 at 9:05 am
What? NEVER! Have you been talking to – er …texting/IM’ing my teenage daughter? Don’t let any youngster try to convince you that we’re too old to know what’s cool. (Just cry softly into your pillow later.)
5 grannyann
// Feb 14, 2009 at 12:33 pm
That looks like something my son would wear on Halloween!!
6 marissa
// Feb 14, 2009 at 1:17 pm
Hi grannyann! Hahaha. Let me guess, but he would be wearing SNEAKERS (and at least they’d go better with the white socks).
Thanks for stopping by.
7 Joe
// Feb 16, 2009 at 7:52 am
I don’t really seem to remember the pants..
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8 marissa
// Feb 18, 2009 at 1:23 am
Joe – Maybe it’s one of those things, where now you’ll see them everywhere.
I wonder what my dry-cleaner guy would say if I brought those pants in…
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