Town & Gown: Finals Week Dressing (AKA Roadtesting The Formal PJ)


I distinctly remember giving in to Ugg boots. At the time, it hadn’t felt like acquiescing.
If I told you that I agonized — for hours — over whether the sand- or chestnut-hued
iterations would better suit my wardrobe, would you believe me?

Flash forward five years, and the reverence may be gone, but the sheepskin shoes remain.
On a day-to-day basis, I deny their very existence. If I could help it, they’d never emerge
from the dusty corner of my closet that they share with a pair of Spongebob Squarepants
Slippers. But, for one week a semester, Uggs have a grudgingly literal foothold in my
daily uniform. Deep into autumn/winter, well before swimwear or spring/summer,
I push aside the rest of my wardrobe and make room for the calendar year’s saddest
season: Last Resort.


Exam period doesn’t lend itself to statement-making style. Try churning out a term
paper for eight hours straight in a pair of neon skinny jeans and experience a (J) Brand of
torture at your own risk. During finals, the library is occupied by an array of sweatpants,
leggings, and hoodies so oversized that they bypass “boyfriend-fit” and settle into
something approaching “Shrek-dimensioned.” It’s not pretty. And it smells vaguely like

Apparently, designers have caught a whiff. So offended are they by this sartorial eyesore
that they’ve seemingly styled their latest collections with studious undergrads in mind.
Co-eds, rejoice. Carrie Bradshaw and the '90s may have celebrated exposed bras, but
2011 has successfully pushed the innerwear-as-outwear envelope. By some magical means,
sleepwear is officially ready-to-wear.

In a recent Vogue editorial, Sofia Coppola was photographed in Louis Vuitton silk
pajamas that she designed. Celine sent striped jammies down her resort '12 runway.
The definitive voice in style, Alexa Chung, included a palm-printed pair in her latest
Madewell collection...and they sold out. Smoking slippers stepped out of wood-paneled
libraries everywhere and into the collections of Christian Louboutin, Dolce Vita, and
Alexander McQueen.

Hugh Hefner. I rest my case.

Skeptics: The aesthetic isn’t confined to the rarefied web pages of In a local
J.Crew, I spied a mannequin wearing a tangle of necklaces, a pair of stovepipe jeans, and
a gingham flannel pajama shirt tucked into a sumptuous leather belt. American Apparel
is currently hawking tasseled slippers, and Forever21 has at least eight pairs of palazzo
pants featured on its site. The silhouette lends itself nicely to curling up at your desk with
a good textbook. (Is “palazzo,” like, Italian for “pajama”?)

So, when you wake up in the morning to head to the stacks in a pair of drop-crotch pants
and the Steven Alan pajama top you could never justify buying until now, know that
the fashion community is behind you. Maybe slick on a coat of mascara while you’re at
it — you never know when Scott Schuman will ask to snap your picture. I, for one, am spending exam period reveling in Rachel-Roy approved flannel sleepwear and fair-isle leggings. And given the wealth
of alternatives, I may be able to finally ditch the Uggs — in favor of the Spongebob Squarepants slippers, of course. It’s been a long semester, and you’ve worked hard. Throw yourself a PJ party. You deserve it.

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