It's a sign of the end of civilization as we knew it that Charvet in Paris is the only place I know to obtain a silk dressing gown like the one Tom Ford is wearing in the photo (in place of what should be a smoking jacket) . But then, even I am no longer certain that dressing gowns matter.
After all, gowns were a product of the times when a man was on stage while lounging in his home. We don't tend to have visitors watch us dress any longer, at least in my circles, and most of us act as our own valets.
So today, the dressing gown is replaced by the robe. Instead of covering ourselves elegantly to spend the morning dressing, we wear something to keep ourselves warm while getting caffeinated before rushing off to work. Instead of silk, today our choices include cotton, camelhair, wool or maybe cashmere, even by the likes of Turnbull & Asser or Fallan & Harvey, whose row of robes is pictured here.
Given that a) I spend half my life wearing pajamas and b) spend the other half obsessing over clothes, it says something that I haven't even looked around for the cashmere dressing gown that I put aside last year to have the sleeves shortened.
I guess the dressing gown is dead.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Posted by Will at 7:00 AM