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It was an unfair advantage whence Bonobos blogged that they are working with TrunkClub to move some of their wonderful textile goods and TrunkClub was in Beta!? My skepticism and normal cynicism lasted .00034ths of a second (physics people-I am sure you have name for the length of time) before I fired up gmail.

I am an effen sucker for anything in beta, plus you apply?! Even better, call me consumer psychologized.  I promuglated an email to this TrunkClub post haste.

Bonobos – I love em’ see more specifics on previous “Why I love Bonobos”

Here is my email:

Trunkclub-

If you’re associated with Bonobos and their e-retailing wizardry, I want to be down too.

I am the Navy guy referenced here:
https://www.bonobos.com/blog/news/trashing-khakis/#comment-9330

and I wrote about here:
http://www.leroygardner.com/2009/05/why-i-love-bonobos/

Let me know when the doors open.

Thanks,

LeRoy Gardner

Their friendly consultant emailed back shortly –with successful news, I was in! Lisa Bruckner also known as Trunk Club expert and Men’s Style Blogger would be my interweb based hand holder illuminating why fashion matters and how it applies to Redwood size legs and an 18.5 inch neck.

As I understand it I have my first meeting next week with Lisa and I will explore this further both in real life and with an update.

In the meantime observe her magic work with a Yahoo guy no less at her blog, Wasabi Nights.

And check out Bonobos take on the whole menagerie.

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…

Shoguns

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.