The hunt for the perfect navy pants

Or trousers...depending on where you live.

I have covid. It sucks. I haven’t had it yet, and while I’m glad to be having a very human experience and to be part of the collective something, I am not having a blast.

I am having symptoms, and time. Lots of time to slide down the wormhole of internet sales and luxury fashion. ByGeorge is having an EXCELLENT sale, btw.

In my slipping and sliding down that deep dark waterpark of .com doom, I found this image:

It was part of a Net-a-Porter listing for this sweater by The Row, but oh my god, the trousers. They have been haunting me now for days. I tried the little chat button on NAP, but they don’t know what they are. There’s no “shown with” tab, so alas, they’re a mystery. They perfectly encapsulate everything I want to say about myself this year - extremely rich Parisian grandmother, very very horny rich and lazy. The very opposite of the dirty tank top and full-coverage Jockey brief look I’ve been donning since testing positive. They’re optimistic! And polished! The kind of thing a m…