Please keep in mind that I have to rid my closet/life of THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE PIECES HERE, so sometimes those pieces are going to be boring old t-shirts or uneventful gray chinos.
Try to contain your excitement, pants.
Obviously there’s nothing overwhelmingly, offensively wrong with these pants. They’re not pleated or bell-bottomed or adorned with the whipstitching that makes some people want to puke. They’re not elastic-waist jeggings (you probably won’t believe this, but I actually never owned a pair of those), and they don’t drag on the ground in the back, resulting in the dreaded the-dog-ate-my-cuff look.