In all this shopping around for others, I am finding many a tempting treat. One of my great loves is a fantastic pair of wide leg pants, and with the fairly recent re-introduction of the high waisted, wide leg, I have found a few that quietly appeal. Get Go Retro recently has a great post on how to do high waisted, wide leg pants, that highlighted one of my issues with these.
My torso to leg ratio. While I am not tall, all of 5foot 4inchs, (for some reason I can never remember the metric for that even though I live in Australia), I have a short torso and long legs. Which means that high waisted pants could look very wrong on me. I remember with delight when the waist of jeans began to lower and I suddenly appeared taller and slimmer. It was a very good day.
However, I just love the retro look of these wonderful pants. They make me feel like dancing with Gene Kelly to 'New York New York'.
Although the illustration of this pair named "Reckless", doesn't quite do them justice, their story just had to be told.
Even more so, that is.
And clearly descended from converging strains of European aristocracy, one side rich and brainy, the other side very rich, very brainy.
In public, the press will respect your privacy, keeping flashbulbs to a minimum.
If, on the other hand, you are not especially thin or tall, but rather the sort of full-bodied person whom great painters such as Renoir or Rubens would search the capitals of Europe for, these wide-legged pants may not be advisable for you.
They might make you seem too noticeably lanky, too tallish, too feminine, too elegant; only millimeters away from thinness.
In that case, a concerned press may begin to urge on you large goblets of cabernet, peeled French peaches, smoked Black Sea trout, moist Bavarian cakes filled with rich cremes.
There you have it.
We choose to state in advance the risks we feel you should be aware of.
It is now up to you to decide if the reckless, devil-may-care attitude of these wide-legged pants can ever justify the risks."
So while the super high waisted numbers may not be for me, I think I'll keep on channelling my 1939, Plantation-owning, Cigar smoking, lawn tennis - watching self; and probably go for something more like these Havana's.