I’ve been going on and on and on about pleated pants over the last few weeks, so when the opportunity came for me to snap up a pair, I jumped at the chance. Last week I started a new enterprise – personal shopping. Basically, I take men out to a whole bunch of stores, get them to try on copious amounts of clothes then tell them what looks best (in my humble opinion). It’s all about building a wardrobe from the basics up. I was working with a middle aged man last Friday, and before beginning our expedition we had a look through his closet. While dissecting its innards (rows and rows of white Kenzo shirts and blue and cream cargo shorts), I came across this pair of massive beige Polo by Ralph Lauren pleated pants. They were 15 years old, lightweight, voluminous and tapered at the bottom. I had to have them. The gentleman was kind enough to oblige me, and I am now the proud owner of the best pants ever. So far I’ve had conflicting reactions. My male friends love them (and just quietly I think Dayne wants to steal them for himself), but my flatmate Anna said something about them being the ugliest things she’d ever seen. Huge call!
I LIKE YOU!