Guys, I still fuck with cargo pants. Particularly, kinda slimmed down, kinda tapered cargos. Fight me. These Orslow cargos are pretty much perfect. I realize that definitions of perfection are inherently subjective, but if you let little things like that stop you from making ill-advised public proclamations, you'll never make it in this industry, fire pitches or not (sent to Skylar naturally because Lawrence makes him handle all the worst parts of being an editor). I cannot wait to show off my super old, super lame Dick's Sporting Goods sales rack sneakers with these joints and with some incredibly woolen socks.
