The Unbearable Wideness of Being

The super-wide leg cropped trouser is my favorite silhouette du jour (skinny jeans, I'll come back for you later). I wore a pair out to a late dinner this past weekend, had too many French Blondes, got up too quickly,  caught my heel between cobblestone cracks and went stumbling toward a platter of Gulf oysters. Here's a fashion fact: wide-legs are dangerous. And I can tell you right here and now that there is no such thing as insurance compensation or protection for 'injury by flared Margielas'. The solution? Walk like Clint Eastwood in Rawhide, never run, don't cross your legs at the ankle, don't sit on barstools and avoid stairs for as long as you can. Good luck.