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One for the ladies today. Look at that style. Look at that sophistication. No, it's not a little beauty off the catwalks of Paris or Milan, but that stronghold of style Tennessee!

Now you might be forgiven for asking whether or not world famous golfer Julius Boros is the original Harry Highpants? Whether the answer is in the positive or negative, today’s advertisement makes a case for both the unnaturally high pant and the revolutionary “Tennessee Cloth” (guaranteed 55%-polyester!) By golly, those polyester pants must be down a treat strutting around the links on a hot Nashville afternoon.

But I'll be honest with you folks; I'm not convinced by these pants. I'm not convinced by the material, and I’m not convinced by the cut. But most of all, I'm not convinced that Julius has pulled them far enough up. For mine, if a pant is any less than halfway up to your tie, or it’s not touching your shirt pocket, you really aren't trying hard enough.

Comments

smudgeon said…
He does win some marks for having his pants hiked up enough to see socks. Provided there's enough spring in the fabric, you'll be seeing those knees when he sits down...
USelaine said…
High and narrow is the trend for European men. Time to re-think your sartorial opportunities. 6^)
Anonymous said…
Too high pants on men are definitely a turnoff, Elaine's link notwithstanding.
And wearing pants that come up any higher than my pupik is total uncomfort.
Miles McClagan said…
I'm going to get no writing done now, I'm just going to be pointing and saying "hee hee, Harry Highpants" like I'm 6...
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I’m guess that this fabric has more than enough spring for that to happen! Well spotted.

Kiwi, do you like a man in a high pant?

USelaine, I am a bagging, un-ironed, no-tie wearing slacker from way back. Hell, I’m wearing shorts to work even though I’m the boss!

Dina, that sounds like it hurts!

Miles, the Harry Highpants/comb over combo is particularly attractive IMHO.

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