Elevate Roam Shorts

Never mind all that 'do it for the glutes' bravado - these high-waisted shorts are really the confidence booster, mate. That V-shaped waistband isn’t faffing about. It’s cut to distract eyes straight from any love handles and forms an optical illusion for your waistline in a way that’s so clever, MC Escher’s sitting up in his grave asking for commission.

Right across all the shades (take your pick - they’re not fussy), what you’re looking at is a dead-simple silhouette with curved seams over the bum that make you look like you’ve been putting in overtime on the stair machine. It’s all subtle, supportive - quite like high-fiving yourself every time you walk past a window. Think modern cycling short shape (but less about pretending you’re in France and more about owning Thursday night at F45), with enough inseam to keep things respectable and a soft waistband that doesn’t roll or cut in. The fabric? Feels as stretchy as your patience trying to find decent activewear these days, with a composition of 80% nylon and 20% elastane for comfort and support that actually stays put. No random logos or branding, either. Each pair is clean and monochrome, with only just-there seam highlights creating definition.

The great news is, there isn’t any of that typical performance gear shine, nor does it bunch anywhere strange. That means actual smooth lines under T-shirts - if there was an Olympics for high-waisted shorts, this pair would medal every single time. And don’t be fooled by their simplicity - it’s what makes them so chameleon-like. Wear them to bed because they feel like second skin but are supportive enough to do a HIIT workout without flinching once. Or layer them under oversized jumpers and jackets with no worries about anything rolling or bulging out. With sizes ranging from S to XL, there’s room for everyone to get their personal best on (and off) the mat.

Not overreaching when I say they're set for becoming an absolute staple in every wardrobe - whether you're into pilates or just piloting a buggy down Bondi Beach on Sunday mornings while sipping coffee and pretending you're late for class.