It’s almost that time ladies… Wake up call, shlumpadinka! Spring approaches, and it’s time to emerge from your Netflix-nest to face the world again.
OMG.BLOG is here to enable your comfort coddle with highlights of lazy-luxe loungewear from past to present. Bring the bed with you, sleepyhead: It’s very Viktor&Rolf!
Read the full fashion review after the jump.
Duvet on the runway
Duvets, feather-filled European blankets make the perfect bed-to-street statement coat. A quick herstory lesson provides examples from Belgian designer Martin Margiela (left) in 1999, and New York’s Norma Kamali who invented the sleeping bag coat in the 1970s while camping, and is the preferred outerwear of former Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley (centre).
For 2019, Balenciaga (right) proposes a Pepto-pink blanket coat worn with leather slippers, a black turtleneck and a look that gives new meaning to the expression “resting bitch face.”
Has anyone seen my pants?
Flashback to 1999, Prada (centre) sent a chocolate brown long underwear set with shiny caramel loafers down the catwalk. Marni (left) updates the look in Thrill’s gum purple, leopard platform slippers, and fun-fur gloves for all the furries and plushies out there.
No pants? No problem! Lazoschmidl’s skimpy fluoro-leopard bikini bottoms would look juuuust right with Marni’s furry gloves. And the penis intarsia sweater is the top we’ve all been dreaming of!
Thirsty for a nightcap
Continuing the slumber-party, Lazoschmidl (left) and Ludovic de Saint Sernin (centre) serve barely-buttoned PJs, ideal for thirsty twinks on the prowl. But who wore it best? Balenciaga’s (right) zaddy will be the judge of that, wearing a black velvet lounge set with all-over-Eiffel tower print.
We suggest they sleep on it before making any final decisions. After all, it’s always bedtime somewhere.
— Review by Cameron Lee (@courtneylovecox)
This is not fashion. This is “four bottle of vodka and half a pill bottle, told me this was a good idea!” This is trash and that’s right where it needs to go!!!
Oh sweet Jesus, please can’t we send these ‘designers’ to Mars and get some wearable and sane stuff on the runways again?