Marie Claire‘s Ultimate Loungewear Guide is an affront to loungewear everywhere. This is the most qualified statement I’ve ever made in my entire life. If being otiose were a nationstate instead of a state of mind, I would be its beloved regent. When I used to work from home, I had three separate bathrobes that I would change into as the day progressed instead of clothing. (My formal Evening Bathrobe was silk and zebra striped, because duh.)
It suffices to say that I know a lot about loungewear. Here are the two main requirements: one, it’s gotta be roomy in your loungewear because you need lounge space, and two, your loungewear must be constituted in such a way that it doesn’t perplex or worry you when you pour nacho bits and/or spaghetti onto yourself. In this way, the Ultimate Lounge Wear is an inexpensive yet comfortable sack.
The Ultimate Loungewear is NOT, as Marie Claire has stated, a $245 faux fur sweatshirt by Tibi and a $970 Massimo Alba cashmere scarf. It is not a pair of $425 slip-on sneakers. It is also not a $695 3.1 Phillip Lim sweatshirt. I think the biggest affront in this shopping guide is the way in which suggested lounge-movies are showcased next all the wildly costly NON-lounge crap. Who on this earth pops in a Breakfast Club DVD and settles into the folds of their designer leather jogging pants ($1,150, by Rebecca Taylor) for a night in? A madman. That’s the only answer. Only a madman does that.
“The Ultimate Loungewear Guide” [Marie Claire, images via MarieClaire.com ]
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