Bonobos is having a trunk show this Saturday, from 2 to 5pm, at the private home of our Chief Brand Advisor, Michael Spirito. The address for the show is 233 W. 14th Street #2R, which is in between 7th and 8th Avenues. Come check out our shorts, and pick up your Orange Crush, Turqs, Pink Panthers, and Capertons for the Hamptons. Rumor has it the new Super Soakers may even make an appearance.

When Brian moved to Chicago in the summer of 2007, I told him he would be one of the ten most eligible bachelors in the city, and that he should aim to be featured in the pages of Chicago magazine for exactly that reason.

Of course I didn’t really believe that it would happen.

Chicago magazine had different ideas. I’m now the one riding his coattails to the Chicago magazine singles party this Friday night… where he is a featured guest.

In the June issue of Chicago magazine, Brian is slated as one of the cities twenty most eligible singles. Congrats bud. Just don’t let your dating life in Lincoln Park get in the way of making our customers more beautiful trousers. Your latest, the Super Soakers and the Snapdragons, are selling like hot cakes.

At Bonobos we aim to please with awesome trousers and prompt, attentive customer service from our team of Ninjas. It bums us out, then, when we can’t serve customers who ask for our pants in a size 28. We’ve been taking notes, and we’re now ready to serve guys like Will.

In Will’s own words:

“Just wait ten years, then you’ll still be thin and all of your friends will be overweight.” That’s what they say. But what if I would like to wear pants that fit my body sometime in the next ten years? Sure, I can find size 28 jeans. Khakis? Hopefully you are short enough to fit into boy sizes. Dress slacks? Forget a tailor, you need a construction worker to mangle those size 30 slacks to fit your unnaturally slim waist. One day you will say, “that’s it, I’m a size 29 and that’s that.” Wearing your brand new 29″ khakis you look down to find the cinch in the waist your belt created - time to face the facts and embrace the 28. But maybe there is an upside to the 28″ waist. In a world of heavily constricted choice, every single pair of pants that actually fits is a prize that brings true happiness. And now that Bonobos has brought a high quality, casual pair of non-jean trousers to the market, I, for one am smiling. And I’ll wear them gleefully, eating my bacon cheeseburgers… without concern.

So to Will and to all of the other size 28s out there, enjoy. Check out the Brothers Grinn in 28.

We have built it, will you come?

In the finance world, you short when you’re nervous about a company’s prospects, an index’s strength.

At Bonobos, we make shorts because we’re going long. We’re going long on you. You are our first 2,000 customers. We thank you for your patronage, your business, your enthusiasm, and your candor. We love it, we take it to heart, and we’re working hard to build a brand that you can love back.

And so when you asked us for shorts for this summer, we took that to heart, and started working overtime to translate the signature Bonobos cut into a revolutionary pair of shorts.

We hope you like our initial foray.

Bonobos shorts are made with the better-fitting Bonobos curved waistband, the pattern that has led to our trousers to be referred to by Uncrate as “the holy grail of pants.” The shorts are cut to a 9 inch inseam, short enough that you won’t be accused of wearing shants but long enough so that they land just above the knee. They include the polished chrome, soft-tooth zippers and slide-snap closure that is now standard on all of our trousers.

We’re starting with some colorful and boisterous styles, the Flip Fantasias, the Navy Palms, the Kid Nikis, the Sunscreens, the Aquemini, and the Jungle Kings. They’re kind of like our Bonobos pocketing and waistbands: loads of personality and energy. Expect some more traditional core color offerings to follow, but we lead with fireworks and our signature line to get you fired up for summer!

So order them up, and take advantage of our no holds barred return policy. And as always, your feedback is valued and enjoyed so let us know what you think.

Bonobos is coming to Chicago! Details below:

What: Bonobos spring pants party

When: Saturday, May 17, 2pm to 5pm

Where: 350 W. Dickens #3, 60614, Dickens & Clark

Be sure to arrive early . . . pants sell quickly.

Dear Andy, Brian, and Rob:

I was fortunate to take my maiden Bonobos voyage on a fine Friday
afternoon in the Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field. I was a part of
one of the many soon to be inebriated bachelor parties that take to
the world’s finest sporting venue to watch the loveable losers and
take part in the ballyhoo that often accompanies the event. But being
my first game of the year, it was imperative that I attend the game in
style. Still smelling like last night’s bourbon beverages, I stood in
front of my closet scouring it like Lou to a lineup card for the a
shirt to accompany my baseball lined, red stitched, Cubbie Blue
lightweight cords–The Clarks.

Armed with my day old beard and hangover providing an uncanny Piniella
impression, I walked out into the 73 degree Spring Chicago afternoon
and made my way to the bachelor party at the ball park. The Cubs
jumped on Pittsburgh early, their bats making the Pirate staff look as
foolish as Orlando Bloom’s thespian skills in Disney’s three
installments of Pirates of the Caribbean.

After seven innings of Old Style and Budweiser and a comfortable Cubs
lead, my bachelor party compatriots were taking to the neighboring
coeds with as much delicacy and grace as a German panzer division on a
poorly defended Belgian town. It was time to stretch and head over to
the adjacent watering holes. Little did I know a walk down the
Bleacher catwalk and a kingly strut as royal as the hue of my fine
pants to nearby Sheffields (a fitting place for pants called Clarks)
would cause such a raucous. Sporting my Clarks, I was the dapperest
dude in Wrigleyville, garnering the wanton attention of lascivious
ladies and the equal chagrin of jealous males wallowing in their
stonewashed denim misery.

I was a celebrity at the bar. “Where did you get those pants?”, “I
need a pair of those!!” were as frequent as a the “Go Cubs Go” sing a
longs. In my presence, fellow male bar patrons felt as comfortable in
their inferior britches as Steve Bartman in a box seat. Girls
couldn’t help themselves from pinching my fanny–now if this is a
result of their curiosity on the soft feel of the light corduroy or
the look of my posterior as result of the fine craftsmanship of the
Bonobos pant, that remains to be argued.

The day was a complete success. A “W” flag was flapping above the
scoreboard, the Northsiders remained atop the NL Central, my fellow
bachelor party mates were over served, and my bottom looked as if I
had made good use of a spray paint can in a Singapore parking lot.
One may not be able to sport pinstripes within the Brick and Ivied
hallowed grounds of Wrigley, but any fashion conscious, beer drinking,
fun seeking guy can privy himself to the comfort, fit, flair, and
panache of Bonobos.

Warm regards,
Jim Dowd

Once upon a misty time, the land of Nippon was a realm of warring, feudal kingdoms. It took a wise and powerful man - a shogun, as a matter of fact - to unite the clans with a clever combination of sticks and carrot-flavored shrimp chips. As commanding and mysterious as Tokugawa himself, allow us to present to you the Shoguns. Your denim shivers at the mere sight of these navy midweight corduroy trousers, complete with a Japanese floral design liner that has inspired more than a few haikus. These are the pants that take authority of one’s wardrobe, pants that go with just about anything. As majestic as Mt. Fuji, yet as soft as a chilled glass of Bishonen sake. The Shoguns.

If one thing haunted Jacques Cousteau in his sleep, other than the inscrutably fickle embrace of the sea, it was his inability to find trousers suitable for snorkeling. That having been said, can one snorkel in one’s Bonobos? Well, our high-tech pant testing facility in Baja is soaking our cotton twills and corduroy in saline tanks as we speak, and saltwater certainly is corrosive, so the verdict isn’t in yet. But that didn’t seem to stop our good friend and customer Tim - just look at him frolicking in the waters of St. John in his Congos, delighting in the laughter of seahorses and chortling of King Neptune himself. Maybe it’s worth a little salt to the old hemline.

As many of you may know, New York is hosting a very special guest today - His Holiness The Pope. What some of you may not know are the details regarding what occurred last night at Bonobos HQ*. It all began when we took a quick dinner break at The Melting Pot - our usual Swiss Fondue neighborhood hangout. You can imagine our surprise at finding four Swiss Guards sans trousers weeping quietly in the corner. Being the sympathetic humanists that we are, we pulled up chairs and asked them what was wrong. “Our uniforms,” Pierre whimpered between strings of melted fondue cheese, “we lost our pants and cannot march tomorrow with The Pope. What will we do?” Well, we put our heads together and came up with a simple solution - Bonobos. It wasn’t easy replacing the brightly spangled breeches of the Swiss Guards, but we were able to throw together a nice simulacrum with a pair of Clarks, some red party streamers, and masking tape. Their frowns turned to jubilant smiles, and they raised their halberds triumphantly. “We did it!” shouted Pierre with a vigorous fist pump, “we’re gonna march with The Pope!” And so they did. We watched them go by from the window of Bonobos HQ and couldn’t help but smile. And you know what? From their honored position alongside the popemobile, I swear they smiled back.

Disclaimer: story may or may not have actually occurred

Come one, come all. Bonobos is having a trunk show Saturday, April 26th, from two to five pm. Bring friends, make friends, and try on Bonobos, as featured in DC Magazine (see below).

What: Bonobos Trunk Show

When: April 26th, 2-5 pm

Where: 6507 Ridge Street, McLean, VA