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If Ellery and Rosie Assoulin are joint first place for their flair for flares, (CFDA advisory) you gotta take a chance. My seamstress previously warned me against balloon-y flared trousers at all cost due to my height and discounted genetics of a 6-4 proportion (life's no beauty contest), so obviously, I didn't think twice greeting those Reformation flares with a head full of ways to centre them into my staples. Well, true enough I did figure out my seamstress's point. As long as the flares don't go too wide--an inner dome enough to hide your kids and hide your wife--you are good to commute without further mockery. The dramatic flares may be exclusive to models but thankfully, my pants were more of a narrowly defined trumpet fit than anything. For the Go Big option, I'd advise you step it up with a Heel Immersion Programme, uh, five inches and up. Kelso might just give you a double take.