I Dream in Technicolor Duck Wash
I woke up two days ago to the discomforting sound of Fall bagging at my window. He had arrived to tell me that he had kidnapped summer and I had no choice but to start re-prioritizing my wardrobe choices immediately. No problem, I thought. This kinda thing seems to happen every year about this time. I was prepared. I knew what to do. I quickly knelt down and opened the bottom drawer of my dresser. There they were, lined up and at attention like an orderly army brigade, the full spectrum of my Carhartt Duck Wash Dungarees. They were ready to be called up for another season of comforting my soul and lining my loins.

For me, all good fashion begins and ends with the Carhartt Duck Wash. It’s the perfect pant. Durable yet undemanding, the Duck Wash is versatile and valuable for almost every occasion. Underrated yet imitated its design continues to be copied by others and codified to niche fashion markets. It’s earthbound color pallet and simple design make me The Man when I’m struttin’ around town in my Ducks. The right leg tool pocket makes a perfect home for a pack of cigarettes or, as I’ve found out recently, a cell phone (who, I have named ‘phoney’ btw). Shuddering (nay, gaging) at the thought that I might have to buy some sorta clip on device to hold the mobile telephony, I now relax knowing that when my right quad is being gently messaged, someone wants to talk to me. I know this has some really bad Pavlov implications but I can’t tell what they are yet. So as fall approaches, I’m comforted in knowing that I have all my Ducks in row. And to the coming seasons that I know are hiding just around the corner, I can warmly bellow from the top of the IDS building, – ‘bring ‘it on’.