Things happen when i wear these pants, different things. The feeling starts when I put them on. A strange power flows through these layered, silky, billowing yards of shockingly bright fabric. Several poses in the mirror later, along with some quality swooshing of the legs and splaying the pants out wide with hands in pockets then letting the fabric fall like a collapsing tent, and I am ready.
Walking around in them, all over the city, brings a variety of stares and looks. A little girl, probably 4 or 5, stares transfixed by the pants. Another hip young woman stares while grinning widely. It makes me laugh. In the Japanese grocery store, a teenage female stocking the shelves gapes with her braces showing, and after a long pause stopped directly in front of me, she declares, "those pants are so bright!"
"Yes, they are." I say to her. I get on with browsing for a sesame-based snack.
This profile is different, too. Not my usual form-hiding layer that drapes to below my hips. These pants my be extremely loose, but they also define my form. They make a threadbare cotton tee with holes look nearly blouse-like. They elevate that which they touch to the place where fancy borders on gaudy.
But I like to keep them simple. They are just another pair of pants, after all. They demand attention, but they don't have a strong message. They are just, different. They are almost too bright to handle, a feeling I don't mind draping across my body from time to time.
100% secondhand items, including the couch :/