From the editors desk:

"Stay away from pleated pants man. keep it flat front."
-Garrett Day


Sometimes a friend lends a thought, intended casually, that turns out to be dripping with conviction. I've known Garrett to speak a prophetic word on occasion and this instance is no exception. The pleated pant has marred the face of casual fashion, far too long, having not been rebuked so poignantly until now. What was the line of reasoning that ever justified pinning the top of one's pants into what looks like an origami project gone terribly wrong? Maybe it was thought to make one's pants more streamline and aerodynamic, lest we forget that our pants are not paper airplanes.

Place a pair of flat front chinos next to a pair of pleated and try not suffer an aneurysm from stupefaction. It takes a willful suspension of everything one knows in regards to what's aesthetically pleasing, to accept the form of a pleated front. There is just too much going on, especially in the midsection region (eh hmm), that inevitably draws one's eyes to gaze and wonder. Let the Milky Way galaxy instill such questions of origin in the minds of men and let pants be pants!