I did something so weird yesterday and bought a pair of cargo shorts. I was browsing Far Fetch’s sale section and had my search narrowed down to shorts because there seems to be a deficiency of good ones in the market place when I stopped short at this one pair by DSquared2.
The site called them “knee length shorts” and refused to acknowledge their unapologetic cargo nature even in the longer description, but I saw them for exactly what they were: the stuff of hand jobs at Nam.
Not quite sure why I’ve been wanting a pair since March when I first put them up on the Man Repeller brainstorm board, I forewent the $400 version being offered by the luxury aggregate e-tailer and bought a version that cost literally 10% of the aforementioned price from L.L. Bean.
They haven’t arrived yet but when they do, I have every intention, in spite of Amelia’s incessant disagreeing with me on this one, to wear them with light blue button ups buttoned really far down my chest or flimsy cotton cropped t-shirts that display just the most tasteful sliver of skin by my hip bones and strappy, high heeled sandals or slides.
Maybe my liking them is a direct reaction to the plentiful bermuda shorts of the current season or maybe, like the title of this post suggests, The Man Repeller crystal ball is seeing into the future. I may or may not have seen some large sized pockets on the mood board of one Rosie Assoulin recently but in any case, you should know, I’m not doing this to fulfill an army-pants-and-flip-flops prophecy.
As far as the crystal ball can see, flip flops aren’t there yet.