The radical magazine from Australia tries to keep you chaste!
Stab magazine is the greatest thing on earth, no? The rare mixture of a consumer facing “We’re young! We’re cool!” plus no taste plus easily hurt feelings plus paranoia plus SurfStitch is pure gold.
No?
But would you like to know one better thing?
Jeans that scream, “I’m lonely and forty and live in a small town!”
And Stab in partnership with their owners at SurfStitch and no taste and easily hurt feelings and paranoia just posted its greatest piece yet. It’s Cold Out! Here’s Some Very Good Pants:
Oh don’t get me wrong. I love advertorial, truly, but let’s just read the intro:
I once spent a pleasant solo weekend in San Francisco. One night, while enjoying a pint at a poorly-lit joint in The Castro, they were playing old rock and there was an old guy sitting in the corner. He was smoking cigarettes and reading a book. I assumed he was from Berkeley.
But something about him was particularly engaging. Was it the tobacco? No. Only Kate Moss looks good while smoking. It was the pants. Straight leg, fitted, uncontrived. I knew that if I ever hoped to be as intriguing as that man reading a book, smoking cigarettes in a bar at The Castro, I would need a pair of similar trousers. Or at least something close.
And now let’s look at the trousers again but this time in action…
“I’m lonely and forty and live in a small town!” (Or a Mormon ex-presidential candidate)
I love Stab but Stab doesn’t want you to get laid.