Guernica Magazine

Green Pants

The pants were so extraordinarily bad that they transcended to a new category, becoming, in the process, a wardrobe staple.

This essay is part of Fashion in Isolation, a special issue on the intimate, contradictory, and ultimately inescapable relationship we have to what we wear.

In 1999, I went to Germany for two months. I was nineteen, and it was my first time traveling alone and also my first time in Germany, where I,

You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.

More from Guernica Magazine

Guernica Magazine17 min read
Sleeper Hit
He sounded ready to cry. If I could see his face better in the dark, it might have scared me even more. Who was this person who felt so deeply?
Guernica Magazine13 min read
The Jaws of Life
To begin again the story: Tawny had been unzipping Carson LaFell’s fly and preparing to fit her head between his stomach and the steering wheel when the big red fire engine came rising over the fogged curve of the earth. I saw it but couldn’t say any
Guernica Magazine11 min read
The Smoke of the Land Went Up
We were the three of us in bed together, the Palm Tree Wholesaler and the Division-I High Jumper and me. The High Jumper slept in the middle and on his side, his back facing me and his left leg thrown over the legs of the Palm Tree Wholesaler, who re

Related Books & Audiobooks