On track

(Ph. Eva K Salvi) Finally one for Team Man Repeller. Leather trackies and 373s certainly cut an aresting silhouette - one that belongs on the page of a high fashion glossy, you might argue. Not that I'm comparing my styling skills to those of a Voguette; It's just that I'm (vaguely) aware that my immediate entourage (the commuter, the dater, the starbuks vendor) might not appreciate my foray into the world of editorial-wear. Granted, these pants are not your average Thursday getup-and-go uniform. But that is not to say they are not made to roam the streets. To those of you on the fence, Just Do It - and I say this despite the obvious conflict of interest posed by...