I get a shopping icon, and the Strib has to inspire me. Of course.
Someone supposedly wrote into the Strib this week to ask, "What on earth are carrot pants?" (I doubt this. I highly doubt that anybody is going around knowing that such a thing exists but not what. This is a ringer. But never mind, let us continue.) And in their explanation, the Strib said that the said carrot pants have tapered ankles but "use pleats to create volume through the hips."
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Let's have a show of hands among female-identified persons over the age of, say, 14: who among us feels the need to use pleats to create volume through the hips? My ass is a size 4. 4. As in 4-pity's-sake even the insane American fashion industry cannot convince me that this is an overly large size. You know. That 4. And yet. Do I need pleats to create volume through the hips? I'm thinking no. I'm thinking not so much. How to tell my hips from pageant hair: they do not need volumizer. The end.
These are the pants for people who really, truly woke up one morning and said, "my top half is all right, but my lower half looks insufficiently like a root vegetable." But carrot, carrot seems like a misnomer to me, given how tall most of us aren't. I'm thinking turnip. I'm thinking rutabaga. And at that point, I beg--nay, I demand--that the fashion industry gives me what I truly need in trousers. Which is to say, the celeriac pants. The only pants in the world that look exactly like the baobab planet from Le Petit Prince. Hard to wash. Hard to iron. Hard to walk in. Yet awesome. With all the tendrils and the reconnection of the fabric to itself and possibly root charms hanging off. Come on! Celeriac pants! The natural next step in fashion evolution!
Seriously, people talk about looking at their old photos and thinking, "Did we ever think that looked good?" And I have this gift: I do that in real-time. Most of the stuff people wear most of the time looks fine to me at the time, and it looks fine to me in old photos. Yes, women's T-shirts were cut shorter in '01 than they are this year. They looked fine then, they look fine now, as long as you're not taking them to ridiculous extremes. When you are taking them to ridiculous extremes, they looked bad then, they look bad now. Or they look ridiculous but somehow work on you. Those are the options. When people from my high school post old photos on Facebook and write, "OMG can you believe we thought that looked good?", I either think, "Calm down, dude; deep breaths," or I think, "Who 'we,' kemosabe? Because, y'know. If you'd asked."
Carrot pants are not on the list of things you are destined to love later. Hold out for the celeriac pants. Or possibly the box to hold the sheep.
Someone supposedly wrote into the Strib this week to ask, "What on earth are carrot pants?" (I doubt this. I highly doubt that anybody is going around knowing that such a thing exists but not what. This is a ringer. But never mind, let us continue.) And in their explanation, the Strib said that the said carrot pants have tapered ankles but "use pleats to create volume through the hips."
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Let's have a show of hands among female-identified persons over the age of, say, 14: who among us feels the need to use pleats to create volume through the hips? My ass is a size 4. 4. As in 4-pity's-sake even the insane American fashion industry cannot convince me that this is an overly large size. You know. That 4. And yet. Do I need pleats to create volume through the hips? I'm thinking no. I'm thinking not so much. How to tell my hips from pageant hair: they do not need volumizer. The end.
These are the pants for people who really, truly woke up one morning and said, "my top half is all right, but my lower half looks insufficiently like a root vegetable." But carrot, carrot seems like a misnomer to me, given how tall most of us aren't. I'm thinking turnip. I'm thinking rutabaga. And at that point, I beg--nay, I demand--that the fashion industry gives me what I truly need in trousers. Which is to say, the celeriac pants. The only pants in the world that look exactly like the baobab planet from Le Petit Prince. Hard to wash. Hard to iron. Hard to walk in. Yet awesome. With all the tendrils and the reconnection of the fabric to itself and possibly root charms hanging off. Come on! Celeriac pants! The natural next step in fashion evolution!
Seriously, people talk about looking at their old photos and thinking, "Did we ever think that looked good?" And I have this gift: I do that in real-time. Most of the stuff people wear most of the time looks fine to me at the time, and it looks fine to me in old photos. Yes, women's T-shirts were cut shorter in '01 than they are this year. They looked fine then, they look fine now, as long as you're not taking them to ridiculous extremes. When you are taking them to ridiculous extremes, they looked bad then, they look bad now. Or they look ridiculous but somehow work on you. Those are the options. When people from my high school post old photos on Facebook and write, "OMG can you believe we thought that looked good?", I either think, "Calm down, dude; deep breaths," or I think, "Who 'we,' kemosabe? Because, y'know. If you'd asked."
Carrot pants are not on the list of things you are destined to love later. Hold out for the celeriac pants. Or possibly the box to hold the sheep.
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Date: 2010-08-07 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-07 02:13 pm (UTC)Duh.
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Date: 2010-08-07 04:04 pm (UTC)I didn't even get to read this yet...
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Date: 2010-08-07 04:18 pm (UTC)I can accept that lots of people (adults of any gender) have longer inseams than I do; I wish the fashion industry could accept that if they are selling me things to be worn off the rack, they need to allow for women with short legs. (I am one inch shorter than the average for American women; my inseam is shorter than that on many "petite" pants, and three inches shorter than the usual "average" women's pants.)
I can accept that lots of people want pants whose waistline is below the natural waist; I prefer things that don't feel like they're trying to fall off, but many people don't seem to have that reaction.
But a description like that makes me want to check that the paper wasn't dated April 1.
(I need an icon for "the clothing industry clearly wants me to wear nothing but sunscreen.")
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Date: 2010-08-07 05:24 pm (UTC)However, I somewhat doubt that that's really the sort of "create volume" that they meant, and there is a difference between a couple of discreet discrete pleats to relieve an area of otherwise-pulled-tight plain fabric, and, y'know, pleats. (On the other hand, looking at photos, it seems at least plausible to me that that may be what they started out meaning, at least.)
While looking for photos to see what this meant, I came across this photo of actual carrot pants (well, at least, actual carrots). And also this pair of pants, which are carrot pants but even worse.
(Also, about women's T-shirts being cut short: Is this just T-shirts, or all shirts? I know someone who sometimes has annoyance of her shirts being a bit short, and I wonder if this implies that getting new ones might help with that. But mostly the problems are not T-shirts.)
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Date: 2010-08-07 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-07 07:13 pm (UTC)Sometimes I despair of ever understanding fashion. Just when I've spent long enough trying to pay attention to deduce that tapered and pleated pants are deprecated, suddenly they're the latest thing again?
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Date: 2010-08-07 07:17 pm (UTC)(I'm not talking about high fashion here, but about what's available in middle-of-the-road department stores.)
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Date: 2010-08-07 07:24 pm (UTC)For carrot pants, however, I have no justification.
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Date: 2010-08-07 08:03 pm (UTC)Me too!
All I can think of, vis-a-vis carrot pants, is the jumpsuit that Tina Weymouth wore in the Stop Making Sense movie. You know the one, it was beige with the wide, wide hips and tiny ankles, because this is what we did in the 80s. In the audio commentary on the DVD, she mocks her outfit mercilessly.
Speaking of the 80s, I was in Claire's the other day, and there were these earrings that had bright colors in checkerboard patterns. I had things in those exact shades and patterns in 1986. Minor flashback, there!
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Date: 2010-08-07 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-07 09:16 pm (UTC)Nothing new under the sun.
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Date: 2010-08-07 09:52 pm (UTC)Which latter category, though, prompts me to remind the internet at large of the very useful response when shopping with fragile friends, sweethearts, family members, etc.:
"How do I look?"
"You, as always, look great. Those pants, not so good. But you? Great."
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Date: 2010-08-07 11:58 pm (UTC)The 80's were not kind to me. My floating ribs were pretty much corseted by anything available for sale at that time.
But carrot pants - agreed. No. Just no.
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Date: 2010-08-08 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-08 12:22 am (UTC)Are we meant to be wearing shirts out or tucked in at the moment?
(You know what would be handy? Right after the weather forecast they could explain what's going on in fashion at the moment.)
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Date: 2010-08-08 02:06 am (UTC)It's been very difficult for the last five years to find a pair of trousers that simply fit.
But I agree carrot-pants would suit almost no one.
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Date: 2010-08-08 02:12 am (UTC)And if that's true for men, how much more true is it for women? No to carrot-pants.
(I've certainly found that flat-front chinos (at the natural waist) are the most comfortable and flattering style for me. (YMMV.))
I love the idea of celeriac pants.
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Date: 2010-08-08 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-08 12:41 pm (UTC)(Z is better, because he will say that something looks bloody awful, which I would rather know. If Z says it looks OK, then I can trust that it does. I bought a great denim dress with embroidered flowers and huge pockets when out for a walk with Z last weekend.)
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Date: 2010-08-08 12:53 pm (UTC)