Bonobos khakis have arrived.
Like a Shakesperean rose, they are just as sweet as they would be by “any other name.” So for once, we call a spade a spade.
We have dabbled in khakis before. The khakithals lasted a few weeks. The series a lasted a few days. We hope that these last a bit longer.
These khakis are a medium weight stretch cotton – 98% cotton, 2% lycra. The color is classic khaki, a rich tan/beige hue with a hint of golden brown goodness.
We are excited to hear from the peanut gallery. Click through and check out the detailed photography. What do you think?
What other colors would you like to see from us? We have a whole bunch of new twills coming out, and we hope that we guessed right. We are doing more navy, like the midnight blues. For the moment we have plenty of brown, in the form of the brothers grinn. What else would you like to see?
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When we originally conceived of the G5s, we were targeting October 2008. Then we pre-sold out of the size 32 G4s. And we decided maybe it was time to start a series. Not a series like in the movie business, where sad sequels tarnish the memory of the original – except for Police Academy II and Beverly Hills Cop II, which were amazing. Rather we were hoping to launch a series akin to the European automotive tradition. With the G-series grey wool trousers, we hope to emulate the success of Bavarian Motor Works’ legendary 3-series – innovation, value, performance, precision; German know-how.
We expect to innovate with each new G rendition. And we hope to attract long term, devoted followers. The G5 features a double-faced, super-smooth stretch wool, and a pure silk liner in assorted contrasting pastels. A companion to the G4s, not a substitute.
Bonobos – The Ultimate Trouser Machine.
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Bonobos belts are back. Check out the new baby blue bar code, turqs and caicos, black and pink with silver, and pastel bias to see what we are up to. Too funky for you? Staple green, black, and navy are in the house.
The idea behind our belts
We love tie silk, but we don’t love wearing ties. These days, it seems weddings are the only time we really need ‘em (except for those of us who work at Alliance Bernstein – the formidable Manhattan asset management firm which clings to this neckwear tradition as ivy clings to brick in New Haven). We decided silk belts were a great way to marry our interest in providing you with excellent wardrobe staple and finding more ways to showcase the awesome silks we have been buying. We didn’t invent the silk belt, but we’ve done our best to imbue the Bonobos rendition with our signature style.
The pitch
And so we offer you, in very limited editions, premium tie silk wrapped around a durable backing, in a colorful array of styles and colors. They will move quickly, you should too.
The sizes
Our belts are offered in Medium and Large.
Medium – designed to fit waist sizes from 28-34. actual length of the silk belt not including the buckle is 41″
Large – designed to fit waist sizes from 34-38. actual length of the silk belt not including the buckle is 45″
Guys in sizes 33 and 34 can also wear size Large, but we’d suggest Medium will offer a cleaner fit. it boils down to personal preference…
The look
A leather belt should always match your shoes. However, with colorful belts in silk, the rule is cast away in favor of creativity and ingenuity. We suggest you wear these belts with all of your favorite shorts and trousers, and pair them with your favorite footwear – sandals, flops, sneakers, white wing tips…. it’s up to you. Our silk belts are not a formal look, more of a cocktail look.
The label
We stitched our label on the inside of the belts near the buckles, where we think it will best remain hidden from view. However, if you prefer to show the world where your belt was made, feel free to wear it inside out and show off the Bonobos label.
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I started wearing pants when I hit puberty, which was the 7th grade for me. I’m twenty-three now, so it’s been about 11 years that I’ve been dealing with my abomination of an ass.
I blame it on genetic anomaly, as I’m half-Chinese and half-Jewish (inasmuch as Jewishness can be considered an ethnicity in this country). It is something of a blessing that I never carry much excess fat, and I gain muscle easily – but that only really matters when I take my clothes off. On a day-to-day basis, the end result is that I look clownish in ordinary clothing.
Putting together a functional and socially acceptable wardrobe has always been a comically difficult task. My waist-to-ass and chest-to-waist ratios, if there are such things (I’m pretty sure there aren’t), are entirely incompatible with any kind of affordable clothing. Trousers that fit my waist have my ass bursting out at the seams, while trousers that fit my ass have waistlines so large that they sag down till my ass catches them.
When I was in high school, I figured I was Chinese enough to learn the art of sewing (is that racist? I think that’s racist), so for years I’ve been tailoring my own shirts. Still, I could never get the pants right. I worked my way through college, and my job required that I wear professional business attire. So I used my first paycheck to buy some nice new Banana Republic Dawson dress pants, and brought them to a tailor (who, I should mention, was both excellent and Chinese). So for about three years, I had four pairs of pants that were really perfect.
Then, during a game of IM rugby in my senior year of college, some people fell on my outstretched arm. I dislocated my shoulder and severed some important nerves in the process. The docs said my axillary nerve palsy would be permanent: that I would never regain full use of my right arm, that it would shrivel up and look deformed, and that I should probably stop exercising for a while if I didn’t want my lower body to look disproportionately large relative to my upper body.
In the end, my doctors turned out to be wrong. The palsy lasted only four months: just long enough for me to shrink two pants sizes and a shirt size, and long enough to feel like the excruciating physical therapy was futile.
So, one day, I sold all my clothes and bought a new wardrobe to fit my new body. I started regaining sensation in my right arm a week later. That was last year.
I graduated, and am currently taking some time off before law school. I’m back in my home town teaching high school Chemistry. The public school system in Florida is a comically tragic sort of thing, so I figured I could do some good here. Before me, no one in the history of my high school had ever gone to an Ivy League school, and I was one of only a handful of kids to go out of state. No one knew how to help me get where I was going, so I’m spending a few years here trying to fix that. I’m teaching Chemistry, chipping away at my $200,000 college debt before adding another $200,000 for law school, meanwhile grooming students to find themselves in the same predicament. After a year taking over my college loan payments from my parents, I can’t remember why pushing students to be half a million dollars in debt is a service, but I’m still going at it.
I’m poor as dirt and busy as heck, so I’ve yet to find the time or money to build back a wardrobe that fits. My clothes still belong to the kid who never recovered from his axillary nerve palsy. My students, though flatteringly, make fun of my ass and preposterously tight pants all the time. They variously refer to me as “Badonkadonk”, “Mr. Juicy”, “Mr. Bubble”, and somewhat less enigmatically, “Mr. Ass”. On the last day of school, I received a gallon glass jar and a poster, which constituted the “Free Mr. Chow’s Ass Fund – a Nonprofit Organization Dedicated to Raising Money for Mr. Chow’s New Pants”.
I’m not entirely sure what you’re looking for in a Band of Brothers application. I do know I’m probably over the word limit, and for that I apologize. So I’ll start to wrap up by making my request brief.
Help. Please help. Please free my ass. If not for me, do it for the children.
If any confirmation is needed of my employ as a public school teacher: I am a Chemistry teacher for the Lee County School District, at Fort Myers High School.
I’m not sure how much the pants would cost if my application goes through, or even that my application will go through at all. But either way, I do want to say how grateful and pleased I am that an organization like yours exists. I am beside myself with the kind of satisfaction one only gets in knowing some amount of rare camaraderie. I’ve always wondered how I could be the only guy who didn’t like the feel of jeans, looking for a very particular cut and fit in a respectable pair of pants without blowing hundreds in tailoring costs. And the fact that you even offer something like a Band of Brothers discount is incredible. I wish I’d met you guys in college. Then maybe I’d be with you bringing decent pants to the world, instead of explosions to high school Chemistry students.
Seriously. Bravo. And thanks.
All the best,
Michael Chow
P.S. For fun, I’ve attached two photos. In the first, I am wearing my favorite pair of pants of all time and wielding “The Rocket Launcher” – the external-rotation immobilizer I wore for the four months following my shoulder injury. In the other, I am in a fashion show, demonstrating the “Sag Effect” in the only pair of jeans I’ve worn in the past 19 years.
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Check out the Navy Palms, hard at work, getting ready to be worn on steamy July and August nights.
The dog days of summer are here, the preorders came and went along with the longest day of the year a few weeks ago.
We’re hustling along, trying to produce you fresh new Bonobos; ultra lightweight cords and shorts.
Enjoy these pics from the heart of Manhattan, where the fabric rolls out onto tables, skilled craftsfolk cut, sew, steam and fold, and Bonobos taxi down to headquarters where they depart for your homes via the good people of Federal Express.
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Bonobos khakis have arrived.
