Swim Bag
Underwear isn’t one-size-fits-all. Nor is it one-style-fits-all-occasions. Expand your horizons. Perfection is pairing a Y-Brief with a vintage YSL briefcase; luxury is a long, lazy weekend in nothing but Boxer Shorts. Variety is the spice of life; rigidity is its ruin.
Words by Zeb Goodman
Imagery by Tomas Carlsten
–When I was a kid I saw my dad in his tighty-whities and swore I’d never commit such a sartorial sin. I wore boxer shorts for thirty years until my own son was born. Then I decided it was time to branch out. For church Sundays, I pray in my “mighty-whities.” They’re the ultimate fatherhood flex.
–In the army we had only one option of underwear, we just called them ‘shorts.’ They were white at first, but that attracted too much attention when we hung them up to dry, so the army began dying them green. Now I like to have options. I’ve got all kinds and colours back home. For my shifts, I wear boxer briefs.
–I’m always traveling for work, which effectively means I live out of my suitcase. I’m usually a boxer shorts kind of guy, but when travelling, boxer trunks take up less space. On the other hand, when stuffing my backpack for hikes, I opt for y-briefs. Every inch matters.