I put on the 2015 pants that match the jacket.
The style suggests it will be a confusing year in which indecisiveness will become the new decision matrix. The shape vacillates between stove pipe narrow to wide and baggy and I have tripped over the cuffs, which are clearly a last minute government alteration to make the wearer feel safe from the frayed unravelling threads of terror but are more likely to hobble the march of democracy. Trousers that cannot make up their mind should not be trusted.
The pants are held up by a belted combination of authentic cynicism and fervent optimism which should keep them from falling down when facing those despairing times when the humanity part of being human seems to have gone missing. For those lacking empathy, there is a set of braces that can be adjusted to fit your own personal reality.
The 2015 year comes with a detailed set of care instructions: Wash separately from 2014 items. Remove any stains/scandals with care and hang out to dry.
Do not apply hot irony as this may shrink the year into a bundle of contradictions.
Using cold sarcasm without adding a soft wash of PR may result in a bitter backlash, leaving the wearer exposed to the harsh scrutiny of the media.
After trying on and wearing 2015 for most of the morning, I think it is going to be the kind of year that at first seems far too big - but I am sure we will grow into it as the months pass.
Note: The matching satirical socks should only be worn ironically.
- Terry Sarten is a Whanganui-based writer, musician and all round word-wrangler. Feedback: tgs@inspire.net.nz