i must have been less than 10 years old the last time that i wore shorts other than for running... and then yesterday all hell broke loose and i bought myself a pair of shorts! ok, it is not that radical, at best, the garment can be considered shorter pans, two-third pants, or bermudas, or whatever, they do end below my knees. i think i got them for the big pockets at tight level which afford room for about everything except the kitchen sink.
but did you know that i get most of my casual pants from the men's department? these "shorts" were no exception.
if they are not from the men's department at a place like H&M, then they are from the pages of LL Bean, but then, who cares?
then did you know that in my wardrobe, besides of few saris, you will also find a few kimonos and hakamas to say nothing of the bland black consultant warfare disguise?
fashion is a bit like religion in my book, i have a prompt disregard for both. i believe, and i am clad like a scavenger of comfort.
anyhow, the emperor's new clothes do mark the beginning of a new epoch. it is an epoch that i will be writing about here with some irregularity.
