I’d like to give a salute and possibly a batch of scones to the erudite godsend who came up with the concept of the dressy sweatpant.
You can call them pajama pants, palazzo trousers, or wide-legged wonders all you want, fine. But we all know the real reason you’re wearing those is because you weren’t feeling real clothing. And also potentially because you forgot to shave. Both of which are perfectly great justifications for donning the comfiest style of Vogue-approved leg casings the world has ever seen.
My first pair of socially appropriate pajamas were orange, silky, and on sale.
I first spotted them across the floor at Zara in the clutches of a woman wearing a graphic tee that said “#wokeuplikedis”. I immediately knew they weren’t right for each other. We fell in love in the dressing room. Ours is an everlasting love affair: They have been there for me on interviews when I needed to look like I had any business applying for a fashion internship. On nights out where I want to convey to the general public that I am better than short shorts and a crop top (and am insulted that you think I’m the typa bitch to go for a vodka soda). On days where I am too bloated from eating four packets of ramen to wear anything that might give away the fact that there is a human body hiding under my clothes.
So when I discovered these navy silky trousers at H&M, I knew I had to have them. I don’t usually buy clothes unless they’re thrifted, given the fact that I am essentially destitute (no really, New York is great!!!), but these were on sale and also I was in need of some new pieces to #create #content for the esteemed publication you are currently reading.
I’m still trying to work out what underwear to wear with these in order to avoid VPL, but other than that the trousers have worked out fabulously. I’ve been having a bit of a quarter life crisis lately, and in the throes of my last introspective meltdown I decided that I’ve been too hard on Kim Kardashian and also maybe I do like colour.
Which led to me running around the West Village looking like I’ve escaped a UVA pep rally. I think I’m colour blocking.
I’ve paired them with a burnt orange crop top sweater to disseminate the message that the NYC summer heatwave does not faze me and therefore I am better than you peasants. I usually would have tucked something into them, like a turtleneck or a cookie for the road, but instead I’m loving how the hem of the top juuuust skims the waistline of the trousers.
I also have visions of me wearing these with an untucked massively oversized button down so I can look like a middle aged artist who lives in a Soho loft. Like Mia Thermopolis’ mother. A true style icon.