Dear denim Lord,
Is it too much to ask for one day of enjoying the aesthetics of a world how I would like to see it? Lunching at the Windsor the other day at what I would consider a TR free zone. Eating a lovely salad with little unrecognizable pods from the forest floor drizzled in a mysterious glaze made from some spice carried on the backs of burros from a mountain village. We were totally enjoying the moment. Tattooed employees with checkered pasts, not a tribal or barbed wire image amongst them. Maybe the trend is fading? I think to myself. I turn in my chair to examine the patio construction and
BAM ! Directly in my line of vision the fat stitch,
flappy pocketed, shoe eating tribute to 2003's misguided
bling movement. I must confess that Hub did pop out a few pair during the brief minute they were cool. But now? They are the PT Cruiser of the jean world. They are everywhere! I saw a 65 year old guy with the full blown Buddha embroidered distress wash
rockin' them with a tucked in washable silk mock turtleneck. Should we just move to another state?
Is Hub not doing it's job? Stay tuned we may have a solution coming soon.
As a side note: our dear freind Jamee just joined TR as the national sale manager. Knowing her we will be eating our words soon.
