Joggers.
No, not the folks-running-around type joggers, but the tight-cuff (sometimes elasticized) pinrolled pants.
Feel like I’m walking around with fucking bell-bottoms now.
ok, fuck it…I’m old, then.
fuck this…
“I am old… I am old… I shall wear my trousers rolled…”
- T.S. Eliot.
So, in this room, you come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo?