To Sweat It or Not to Sweat It

I've noticed a lot of things about Boston fashion.

In order to keep from making blanket statements about them (keeping in mind the city was deemed
the worst in the nation by GQ mag), I'll keep my observations for future posts, specific to their offense. Or fashion no, not ever, never ever offenses. (I'm building an extensive collection of photos of Lilly-Pulitzered, embroidered-everything, college sweatshirted, pleated khaki-coated Bostonians.
Ei yi yi.)

I digress.

The issue of this post: men in sweatpants. In public.

In bars.

In the mall (yes - SFers, I said mall. This is the world outside the bubble, 'member?).

On the street.

EVERYWHERE.

What compels a man to wear sweats?

Let's not get confused about the situation here. I like to be comfortable, too. And some days are for casual wear. And let's be honest, when it comes to casual/weekend (it's called weekend for a reason here, people) wear, women really are the winners here. We can throw on a pair of black leggings, a baggy sweater, scarf and ballet flats - top it off with a top knot - and we're golden.

Men who go for comfy in public, look like this:

Ey yi yi to the double power.

Men, don't sweat it. Don't put those on and walk out your front door. (Errr... don't go for the leggings, either). Throw on a soft pair of your favorite jeans. Your city (and the women of it) will thank you.

And maybe next year, Boston will climb a peg in the fashion world.

xo,
eb