This season’s PJ Chic, says to the world, “Hey, I had a long, hard night. Can you keep it down?” Picture this; Slipping out of a Fifth Avenue apartment, coffee in hand, wearing a silk slip under a purloined mink, or a fur coat over a nightgown. Perhaps, a scandalously sheer nightie-like gown. We are not speaking here of those hordes of unwashed persons (well, maybe they do wash, but you know what we mean) who show up at the airports in pink sweatpants with matching hoodies, sleep masks at the ready, lacking only bunny slippers. (Don’t they know that they will have to get off the plane in Paris, looking like this?) What we are discussing is the conflation of indoor-outdoor dressing; sailing out in a baby doll or bustier, shimmying through spring in succulent tap pants, or dressings gowns the consistency of spun sugar, and in teddies whose handmade lace would make angels weep. -NYT Style Magazine, Early Birds.
