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Green Pants

The pants were so extraordinarily bad that they transcended to a new category, becoming, in the process, a wardrobe staple.

This essay is part of Fashion in Isolation, a special issue on the intimate, contradictory, and ultimately inescapable relationship we have to what we wear.

In 1999, I went to Germany for two months. I was nineteen, and it was my first time traveling alone and also my first time in Germany, where I,

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