Low rise jeans seemed like such a good idea when we were all young and lithe and had never even heard of love-handles. But these days, those of us who eat more than a grape a day fret under the tyranny of of nubile teenage jeans that mercilessly expose our muffin-like countours to a laughing world.

I don't know that this guy can do anything about it all, but if you're lucky enough to be in Philly, it's worth a shot. Maybe he can stitch a steel girdle to your waistband.

[via dailycandy]

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