Harem is another word for Hammer

We have been suffering from the Gaucho pant trend for a while now. But we saw many a sorostitute roaming campus in the ill fitting, ass hugging, jersey monstrosities. Sure they are comfy. I get it. But why not choose a skirt? More ventilation, more movement, same level of comfort.And just when I thought that the madness was over ... I spotted some Harem pants in the Marc Jacobs Ready to Wear Spring 2007 collection. There are several different designs of harem pants making there debut, that's right multiple harem pants. Feel free to peruse the variety of harem pants in the collection here. But here are some of the stand outs.

But I just chalked it up to Marc being Marc. I didn't expect people to be running out and buying all the Marc Jacobs harem pants. As far as pants go I figured most people wanted something a bit more flattering. Something that didn't eat your legs and make even the skinniest model look fat while wearing them.

And then ... oh the horror ... Topshop has really gone and done it.
The page is titled "Can't Touch This". That's right people, they have proclaimed what we have known all along . Harem pants are really Hammer pants in disguise. Top Shop wants you to believe and I quote "Hareem trousers are the essential wardrobe staple this season". I'm guessing they mean wardrobe staple as in "your go-to easy bathroom access or extra diaper room pants". Every woman needs a pair of those.

Too Legit to Quit

oh marc

Over the past several years I have found myself cursing you. Something along the lines of "dammit Marc Jacobs why do you have such cute stuff". I also find myself wishing you could adopt us and clothe us for the rest of our lives, or as long as we still look good in your clothes. However, after reviewing your Spring '08 accessories line I find myself recoiling from the monitor and wishing that it was all a bad dream.

I am baffled by the shoes. I almost think they are awesome but somehow I feel like I would end up with a broken foot or two trying to walk around in them. Some of the color combinations look better than others I admit. Surely we can assume that these were the result some sort of accident. Life with Marc would be as such- We would spend mornings bedazzling construction paper creations to wear out along with wearing our hearts on our nipples instead of our sleeves. Closer to the heart that way see?
We would have fabulous birthday parties and wear little hats. More bedazzled bugs.


Life would be re-imagined as a Dr. Suess book complete with Cindy Lou Who hair and head bobbles. And we would all get our Christmas presents and sing happy songs.

We got Marc Jacobs handbags from Santa! But then, much to our dismay, our handbags sprouted tumors which left us all horrified!


But at the end of it all we would reflect and the only expression we would be able to come up with would look something like this:

Don't get us wrong though, we would still totally take the clothes in a heartbeat.

Photos : nymag.com