Trousers, pants, bottoms, oh my...!!
I haven't updated since March 9th.
I haven't had a real update since January 21st, when I went to go buy dishes (which have been amazing, thank you for asking).
Now, I'm not in the mood to describe how strangely schizophrenic my semester was. And I'm not in the mood to tell the stories of my 21st birthday. And I'm not really in the mood to expose what plans I have for the summer (I'll be in New York, by the way). And I'm not really in the mood to post photos of any of my past months right now.
What I am in the mood for is to talk about pants.
Yes, pants.
Nobody makes the pants I want to buy. And let me preface all this by saying I hate skinny jeans and slim-fit pants. Maybe I have chicken legs. So be it. Those pants just don't work for me.
Pants issue 01
Since I bought an issue of GQ upon my return to the United States from Thailand, I've been looking for pants like these:
Wide leg nice casual dress pants, in any color, really. Only I don't want them to be $490 Marc Jacobs, as is pictured above. That just ain't cool. I've heard rumor of something like them at FCUK, but I believe that is a bold-faced lie. I've been, there are no pants such as these.
Pants issue 02
The second pants issue is simpler than the first. I bought the following pants recently:
Nice, grey, bootcut chinos (what the hell's a chino?). What do I want? I want them in black. I want nice, bootcut, black pants. Why is that such a hard thing to ask for???
Why are both of these things so hard to find??
That's it. No more, no less. I'm not going to promise an amazing entry later that details my amazing life (there are only so many hours in the day), but hopefully now that summer's around I have more time to upkeep this biznizz.
And if anyone finds pants that match either of those descriptions that doesn't cost a million dollars... let me know. You'll get a gold star.
Seriously. I want these pants.
--David Julian
P.S. I want everybody to go here and watch this. This is why I love my Kim. Can't wait for you to come back to America. It'll be like that Eddie Murphy movie, but even better.
P.P.S. I went a little link crazy.
I haven't had a real update since January 21st, when I went to go buy dishes (which have been amazing, thank you for asking).
Now, I'm not in the mood to describe how strangely schizophrenic my semester was. And I'm not in the mood to tell the stories of my 21st birthday. And I'm not really in the mood to expose what plans I have for the summer (I'll be in New York, by the way). And I'm not really in the mood to post photos of any of my past months right now.
What I am in the mood for is to talk about pants.
Yes, pants.
Nobody makes the pants I want to buy. And let me preface all this by saying I hate skinny jeans and slim-fit pants. Maybe I have chicken legs. So be it. Those pants just don't work for me.
Pants issue 01
Since I bought an issue of GQ upon my return to the United States from Thailand, I've been looking for pants like these:
Wide leg nice casual dress pants, in any color, really. Only I don't want them to be $490 Marc Jacobs, as is pictured above. That just ain't cool. I've heard rumor of something like them at FCUK, but I believe that is a bold-faced lie. I've been, there are no pants such as these.
Pants issue 02
The second pants issue is simpler than the first. I bought the following pants recently:
Nice, grey, bootcut chinos (what the hell's a chino?). What do I want? I want them in black. I want nice, bootcut, black pants. Why is that such a hard thing to ask for???
Why are both of these things so hard to find??
That's it. No more, no less. I'm not going to promise an amazing entry later that details my amazing life (there are only so many hours in the day), but hopefully now that summer's around I have more time to upkeep this biznizz.
And if anyone finds pants that match either of those descriptions that doesn't cost a million dollars... let me know. You'll get a gold star.
Seriously. I want these pants.
--David Julian
P.S. I want everybody to go here and watch this. This is why I love my Kim. Can't wait for you to come back to America. It'll be like that Eddie Murphy movie, but even better.
P.P.S. I went a little link crazy.