Monthly Archives: August 2011
Don’t wear cargo pants.* But if you feel like your daytime activities merit compartments beyond the typical five pocket chinos, go forth.A brief and personal history on cargo pants:
Cargo pants were notable in my adolescence as candy-smuggling, soda-pop-holstering, hazardous-when-running pants that you wore because you didn’t want to carry a backpack. But let’s be honest, everybody knew you had something in your cargo pocket because it jutted out like mad. As kids, we thought our cargo pockets were like Harry’s invisibility cloak.
We all had our fun with our escapades to the local Barry Wood’s 24 Cinema on a Friday night. You know, you stopped by the nearest Dollar General to stock up on snacks and chocolates and little diabetic comas neatly packaged in “fun-size” labels to hoard in those once floppy compartments fastened on the side of your American Eagle camo shorts.
Zippered, camouflage, frayed, bleached-stained or destroyed. You loved your cargo shorts. They were practical for your Midwestern youth, throwing and stowing loot and plunder from the creek. Many games of capture the flag they had served you well. Even provided that extra place to hide paraphernalia from authorities (parents, duh). Modern technology advanced at such speed that some cargo pants evolved into a hybrid cargo pants/shorts. You knew that kid.
For me, that kid’s name was Jason, and his locker was two down from mine in sixth grade outside of Mrs. Merle’s room. He had a pair of these convertible pants I coveted at the mere age of 12. One day in September, he complained that it was too warm inside in the New Mark Middle School’s make-shift cafeteria, aka lobby of the school.
I thought to myself, “Jason, are you kidding me? They are pumping A.C. in here. I’m about to go to the nurse and ask to use the phone to call my mom to bring me up sweater because I’m so cold.”**
The only logical response to the heat in the obviously temperate “cafeteria” was to show off his new transforming pants with zippers. Behold, the convertible pants into shorts. The middle-school boy’s dream pant that you can wear all year long, enabling you to never shower again, which in turn allowed to you play Halo more. Duh.
Two days later, Jason got beat up and his pants were stolen.
Actually, his dad bought them for him for camping purposes.
Me, I bought my own pair for candy-hauling, Friday night impish purposes—ya-know, the only kind of purpose a devious middle school boy can rationalize.
I digress with my nostalgic days of cargo pants.
Let’s move on and talk about modern day, though, shall we?
Don’t wear them… unless they are updated with a tailored cut. Examples as follows:
Levi’s also makes a rad light forest green cargo pant that is fairly tailored as well.
Styling suggestions with your updated cargo pants:
- Don’t wear boots with your cargo pants.
- Don’t wear camo with your cargo pants.
- Don’t wear a bow tie with your cargo pants.
- Don’t pretend that you’re not wearing cargo pants. Just be cool, okay?
On Jeff: forest-green cargo pants by Levi’s; white “Authentics” courtesy of Vans; orange- and white-striped tee by J.Crew; light heather grey slub cardigan by J.Crew.
* Unless you’re doing outdoorsy shit that would necessitate multiple pockets for the use of hauling game and bullets. I actually have a pair of cargo pants that’s aren’t tailored. They are for hiking, backpacking or something like that. They are from REI and are worn every summer when camping. I like the “idea of the outdoors” more than I like the actual outdoors, thus why my closet is overflowing with Patagonia synchillas in every color.
**This actually happened. She’s brought me many clothes throughout my elementary and secondary education because I either peed my pants, threw up on them or was near frostbite. I love you, Mom!
Tacos. Almost from south of the border.
Food moonlighting as Mexican, moonlighting Texican in Chicago? Sure, but better. It’s more “inspired by” than pretend. And damn, this inspired food is good. See, the thing about Big Star
is that it doesn’t fail. It does exactly what it’s supposed to do: brings a piece of the Texas border to the Midwest.
Not the whole thing. Just a little bit.
How sandy of you.
Which reminds us: Even if we only speak the language instead of having the heritage, “Mexican” food is part of us. Yeah, the place might be crowded. Might be hipster-ish. Might be just a dollar or two more than we want to pay, but once that $3 whiskey and those tacos hit our lips, you’re not going to catch us complaining.
Nope. Just tossing our heads back, sliding our arms around friends, saying salúd and buen provecho in perfect American mimicry.
Tecate with lime, empty shot glasses,
bad good decisions.
Hands down, the best Mexican food in Columbia at a third of Big Star’s price and three times better service. Such amenities include: using your debit card and being called, unironically, “amigos.”
The only other better thing? Having neighbors who are actually from Mexico turn your backyard into a mirth-filled celebration of carne asada, beisbol and la risa. You may have to move to my neck of Logan Square for that one.
Don’t go, verano.
The sign in this photo summarizes many things:
- The chances of dating Cameron. Sorry ladies, he’s already got a lady.
- The journey to find the dress shirt that fits perfectly off the rack.
- Seth’s chance of finding shoes in his size.
- My hopes of finding a Starbucks that will put whatever I want in a Trenta.
While Seth was playing
bridesmaid groomsman this weekend in Glen’s wedding, Cam and I took our high school senior pictures drove around the streets of East Campus on his roommate’s moped. This shoot embodies our formula for menswear, blogging and style
A lot of laughing, some Blue Steel and/or Magnum, and a little spooning for dear life on the back of a two-wheeled murdercycle.
Cameron: Jeff and I were trying to play off the classically American motorcycle feel in this shoot. Unfortunately, we didn’t have, say, a Triumph Bonneville on hand. We did, however, have a moped (read: scooter). It tops out at a little over 35 mph… downhill. Masculinity? Stripped. Dignity? Somehow, still intact. Needless to say, Jeff and I underwent a bonding experience unlike any other.
You know what I love about mopeds? You can wear whatever you want because you already look a little out of place riding the damn thing. Riding a moped is a lot like going to Vegas; you can wear whatever you want and
everybody nobody judges you for it. Right? Probably not.
You get the point though? Probably not.
Rudd approves of riding doubles. I love you,
Photography by the moped owner himself and roommate, Zach McSpadden.
On Jeff: Confetti white button down ($70 sale in NYC) by rag & bone; indigo striped “Mickey” shorts (sale $30) by Club Monaco; tan circular sunglasses courtesy of Topman; tassel loafers (thrifted, $4) by Allen Edmonds.
On Cam: Plaid button-down (retail, $65) by J. Crew; army-green “Enlisted” chinos (UO, sale $20) by Penny Stock; military “Weekender” watch (online, $40) by Timex; eBay’d black Florsheim PTBs (eBay, $25); copper cuff (eBay, $4).
You can always tell who the freshmen are on Mizzou’s campus because everything they own is fresh, rigid and brand new.
Like, fresh-from-the-factory fresh, tag-recently-plucked fresh.
Fresh-faced ladies with their fresh backpacks and fresh dreams, majors, aspirations and hopes.
Oh, the ladies.
If I were going back to school this fall, I’d stick to my “I-need-to-be-awake-but-put-together” with a button down and chinos. Something that says to my professor, “I enjoy your lectures and your intelligence—and I would like to meet with you after class…to not talk about class over beers at Shakespeare’s.”
One of my favorite parts about this unique short-sleeve button down is the middle seam that runs straight through the middle of the garment. Quirky? A little. It’s a nice touch in breaking up the shirt, making it subtle and casual.
One of the better-fitting pair of chinos I own is the “Davis” Chino by Club Monaco. Slim cut, medium rise, chino-style pockets. I sized down in these and am surprised at how well they hold their fit and feel. I’m definitely stocking up on them when the new fall colors come out. For me, it fits better than J.Crew’s Urban Slim Fit, and I used to swear by those.
On Jeff: White short sleeve buton down by rag & bone; the “Davis” chino by Club Monaco; thrifted Allen Edmonds; ivory straw hat with chambray fabric from Target; camper watch by Timex.
I’ll be honest: I’ve been a fan of Paul Rudd ever since he first appeared in Friends
as Mike Hannigan, Phoebe’s longest love interest and eventual husband, and in Clueless
as Josh Lucas, Cher’s ex-stepbrother. Minor roles, sure, but I loved them nonetheless. Then there was Wet Hot American Summer
. Before long, Rudd was acting and starring in some of the funniest comedies in recent history: Anchorman
, Knocked Up
, I Love You Man
, Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Beyond all that, Rudd is something of a hometown hero. Having moved to Kansas City when he was ten, Paul remains a regular visitor to the city and a huge Chiefs fan. Hell, he even narrated their season of Hard Knocks on HBO. In interviews, you can sense both his humility and his humor. He’s a professional who never makes the mistake of taking himself too seriously. As he once told Nylon, “I hear people talk about ‘the craft,’ and I just think, ‘Oh, you’re so full of shit.’”
Also, he’s pretty damn good looking. As one Elle
writer once wrote, Rudd is “better looking that your neighbor but not so gorgeous that he couldn’t play your neighbor in a movie.” Plus, we’re pretty big proponents of men who are just as comfortable in a week’s worth of unshaven scruff and T-shirts as they are in a tailored suit. Paul, of course, is one of these men. He’s also a Jayhawk.
While that is something that we’re willing to overlook, his swagger is something we simply cannot.
*Try not to stare into those eyes for too long, ladies.
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