Cropped, tapered, loose in the thigh and with a cinched belt buckle waist, these orSlow climbing pants exclusive to The Bureau Belfast are as awkward as they are dope. All that makes them weird, makes them perfect. Guys, I didn't even know that climbing specific trousers existed until the Internet. Any of you rock climb or whatever? I only knew one person my whole life that ever regularly went rock climbing. It was this dude in college that was in my peer review and critical discussion group. I remember he was real laid back, wore pants like this and always kept a Nalgene bottle full of some weird solar tea on deck. I thought he'd continue his laid back attitude when it came time for him to critique my paper on Foucault, BUT HOMIE WENT ALL THE WAY THE FUCK IN. He disagreed with my interpretation of the Panopticon and everything. Later on, we ran into each other at a drug dealer's apartment and I like to think the next three years were filled with mutual respect and random moments of cheeba hawking one another.
