Ladies—What's up with the gauchos?
OK, friends. I know I'm famous for wearing the occasional questionable garment (my catsuit comes to mind), so I shouldn't be one to talk. But if I see another pair of gaucho pants—those cottony, cropped, wide-legged yoga pants gone wrong— I just might implode. Yes, they look comfortable. Yes, they're (relatively) inexpensive. But the virtues end there. Even if you've got a body type that suspiciously resembles Nicole Ritchie's, these cruel, cruel capris-gone-wrong absolutely refuse to flatter. They're unabashedly tight around the hips and belly (which is one of the widest parts on any body) and then saggy and loose around the lower thigh and knee (where we're usually slimmest, right?). They shorten your leg by cropping at the worst possibly place. And don't even get me started on the stretch cotton ones in pastel colors with the roll-down waistband. They defy logic! Trend, where art thou from? Why doth thou continue to exist and torture me? I thought it was just a New York thing, as they're as ubiquitous in these parts as gyro stands en flambe. But I saw 'em everywhere on a recent trip to Texas and friends in L.A., Chicago, and Seattle all agree: they're
OK, friends. I know I'm famous for wearing the occasional questionable garment (my catsuit comes to mind), so I shouldn't be one to talk. But if I see another pair of gaucho pants—those cottony, cropped, wide-legged yoga pants gone wrong— I just might implode. Yes, they look comfortable. Yes, they're (relatively) inexpensive. But the virtues end there. Even if you've got a body type that suspiciously resembles Nicole Ritchie's, these cruel, cruel capris-gone-wrong absolutely refuse to flatter. They're unabashedly tight around the hips and belly (which is one of the widest parts on any body) and then saggy and loose around the lower thigh and knee (where we're usually slimmest, right?). They shorten your leg by cropping at the worst possibly place. And don't even get me started on the stretch cotton ones in pastel colors with the roll-down waistband. They defy logic! Trend, where art thou from? Why doth thou continue to exist and torture me? I thought it was just a New York thing, as they're as ubiquitous in these parts as gyro stands en flambe. But I saw 'em everywhere on a recent trip to Texas and friends in L.A., Chicago, and Seattle all agree: they're
Ladies—What's up with the gauchos?
Ladies—What's up with the gauchos?
Ladies—What's up with the gauchos?
