Why I love Bonobos…
Circa late winter this year, I took a trip to NYC, made a point to take up a so-called “Ninja” of customer service (I think I recall the title correctly) or something’s offer to those customers or curious to stop and tour their facilities/office/production factory/design room/executive suites/lunchroom all in one big loft type space.
Little did I know what lay ahead…Marshall (our Ninja du jour) knew.
We buzzed up and were let up. My friend, his wife and I climbed the five or so flights of stairs into the lair of Bonobos wonderfulness.
Marshall ushered us past other folks diligently working at whatever ninjas do when not working with customers touring the office, into a room where other people not necessarily ninjas were doing whatever non-ninjas do, but there were racks of jazzy looking slacks of all fabric and pattern.
I worked through about two or three pairs with Marshall’s knowing guidance, arrived at the…
They were f-ing great. I was always the guy who thought, yeah I am too cool, the clothes don’t make the man, I can make whatever look good…blah blah blah.
BUT I will be a bonobos uncle if those pants didn’t make me feel as cool as Miles, bad like Superfly and slick like George Gervin.
So yeah we found the size, we transacted in goods and services for an equivalent monteary device (it had a Mastercard logo on it) and I really did not want to take those frickin things off.
So I didn’t.
Marshall plunked down a chair, I stood on it and he diligently pinned a psuedo-hem (technical term, I know) in my cuffs.
He filled in the rest at the Bonobos Blog over there.
Bottom line, yeah dug them, yeah I ditched the garbage pants I had worn in. And walked the streets of NYC with unfinished trousers on the rest of the day, happy as a clam.
BTW Bonobos pants kick ass, their Ninjas kick ass and the pants will make yours look like a G.
Keep up the good work, and touche’ Mr. Roy, touche’. Anytime I can get described as doing something with finesse and not be dissapointed that I got compared to a b-baller, I owe a beverage to that Ninja.