2/3 of my corduroy collection. These are supposedly from the 1970s, somehow from some sensible person with a sensible eye for a trouser instead of the horrific manifestation of that era we call bell bottoms. Fuck a flared pant. These look even better/polished with a belt. They’ve not left my house yet, but I have barely done so myself and these are too nice to wear to the grocery store. Once plague times let up, I look forward to taking these out somewhere nice.
