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How I Did It: Bill Thomas, Founder and CEO, Bills Khakis
Rhapsody in beige.
Published June 2006
As told to Jess McCuan
Bill Thomas bought his first pair of khaki pants at an army surplus store near Denison University, in Ohio, in 1984. When that pair--deep-pocketed World War II uniform pants--wore out and he couldn't find another like it, he sensed a business opportunity. He also came to believe, after a few years working in the advertising world, that durable, high-quality products were the relics of a bygone era, and that a modern company selling anything intended to last a lifetime was increasingly rare. In 1990, with a small loan from his mother, Marge, he founded Bills Khakis in his hometown of Reading, Pennsylvania. Now his $9.5 million, 26-employee company distributes 200,000 pairs of pants and shorts annually to more than 500 retailers around the country. Marge, who is 84, keeps an office in the company's headquarters, a late-1800s brick building in downtown Reading.
My senior year at Denison, some buddies of mine and I were driving down to an army surplus store to buy these old World War II khakis. It was the best pair of khakis I've ever had, bar none. The fabric was incredibly thick and the pockets were this heavy drill cloth, voluminous and deep. When you watch the History Channel and see those guys standing on the decks of aircraft carriers with their pants pulled up to their rib cages, they were made like that--big and baggy. The more I wore them, the better I realized they were.
I thought most men had probably never experienced a great pair of khakis like that. Not only that, but in the mid-'80s the category of khakis was a brand-less category. It was a commodity category. This was before the Dockers era, and no one had taken a stand to make the best pair of khakis and be known for it. I also knew khakis were an enduring product, something you buy throughout your life. When they wear out, you buy them again. I thought, there's something here. And the more I thought about the idea, the more the other side of it, the religious side of it for me, started to crystallize.
I found religion in what it all represented. It's a lot of things, but mainly, it's Americana. It's the values and ideals that we like to point to and say, "That's what we're really all about." This product represented all that to me. It was something worth saving, and something worth resurrecting. Even better, no one else was doing it.
I felt like I had such a great opportunity to start a business, and it was thanks in part to the generation I was trying to celebrate--my father's generation. Just to have the right to start this--the freedom--and to live in a country where I could have this opportunity was something I did not take for granted. I was not as concerned about making a living in the beginning, but just to see the idea live and breathe.
My father died when I was 11, so I never got to know him well, but I was always surrounded by his relics. He went to college in Maine, and I have these great old photos of him on the hockey team, the tennis team. He was in World War II, and I have some of his military stuff--old photos, mainly. There was a whole generation there that I was trying to connect to. There was so much tangled up in all this for me. I couldn't walk away from the idea.
The company didn't start officially until 1990. But I had this idea in college in 1984 or 1985, and in the six to eight months I had between college and starting in advertising at Leo Burnett in Chicago, I started the business. It was a different label, and it didn't achieve the level of quality I wanted. But I sold a few hundred pairs, anywhere I could--mainly in Pennsylvania, at horse shows, country fairs, and golf tournaments. Then I took them to Chicago with me. I did sell a few stores, and I had a couple more batches made. But at some point, I stopped doing it. I didn't abandon it, but it wasn't a real business. So I just put it to the side.





