If Monsieur Lagerfeld's words are true, I gave up long ago. And, while I don't wish to squeeze myself into a couture suit and fingerless gloves every time I leave the house, he raises a valid point — sweatpants are the ultimate expression of comfort over style. They're the socially acceptable solution to wearing pajamas outside, and the spate of trendy activewear brands now available has made it a habit even harder to break.
So what's the solution? For me, it's two-fold. I've started monitoring my fondness for a stretchy pair of pants, trying to limit it to days which actually involve breaking a sweat. And, when that proves too much, I've started buying athletic wear that could almost pass for real clothes. I haven't lost control, Karl — I've just lost the will to use a zip.
