Throughout my life, I have been a pretty casual dude. During high school, my style could best be described as “sports casual,” mostly because I deftly sidestepped the dress code’s collared shirt stipulation by exclusively wearing European soccer jerseys. In college, I almost always wore jeans that were way too big and LRG hoodies, which probably explains why I could only convince unsavory females to kiss me. In the past year, I have undergone a bit of a sartorial evolution, garnering praise from friends and family for “looking much better,” but I’ve still maintained my signature devotion to casual comfort.
(Needless to say, I ganked this photo from Digital Gravel)
Perhaps the most glorious item in my developing wardrobe is a pair of Twelve Bar ‘Higgins’ cuorduroy pants. Ne’er has a pair of pants fit been so well-fitting or struck such a perfect balance between respectable and mad casual. What’s cool about these cords is that the washed-out coloration of the legs almost makes them look like jeans until you get close and see the pattern. Recently, I was paying a visit to my university’s alumni clubhouse, when suddenly this ornery looking librarian rolled up to me and started inspecting me as if I were some sort of street urchin that had wandered in from the street. “Are those jeans?” she asked. Was I back in high school?! She was trying to get me on the old jeans rule like some sort of modern-day fascist! What was she going to do if they were? Burn them with all the good books?
“No,” I replied calmly. “They are just INCREDIBLY FRESH CORDS.”
As I made my way to a comfy leather chair, I left her to eat her words with a slice of humble pie.
So thank you, Twelve Bar. Thank you for allowing me to once against thwart minor authority figures with extremely comfortable gear.
