Offleisure: Let’s Redefine “Work Appropriate”

Let’s start with a universal truth: the world is a big stinky place full of arbitrary rules. Donuts are for breakfast. Sneezers must be blessed. Pajama sets belong in bed. We’d deem these things insane if we could only muster the energy to examine them. But what’s the point?

HERE’S A POINT: comfort is not going steady with our beds! They are not in an exclusive relationship! Reserving loungewear for the home is like reserving chocolate for the movies. What evil forces are conspiring to limit our most virtuous state — that of corporeal ease via baggy wool and silk and cotton — to the one place our consciousness actually leaves our bodies? This rule needs to be rewritten faster than our jeans hit the floor at 6 p.m. (if we’re home) (or just feeling wild).

Sure, we may occasionally wear our sweats to grab coffee (me) or our robes to stop onlookers dead in their deer tracks (Leandra), but seldom does our comfiest apparel make it to the workplace where we spend most of our time. But why?!

Imagine a world where getting ready for work felt like getting ready for bed…

noun off·lei·sure ˈȯf-lē-zhər
Comfy-as-fuq clothing once reserved for dreaming, seamlessly appropriated for the office environment.

a. Relaxation Delegation


Baja East top, Ryan Roche pants, Marc Jacobs shoes, Aurélie Bidermann necklace, Gentle Monster glasses

What better way to tell people what to do than while perched atop your desk in a PJ suit made of the softest fabrics in the world?

b. Silky Sales


Homeism top and bottoms, Alumnae shoes, Alexis Bittar earrings

Convince people to buy what you’re selling from the inside of a silk prison sans parole. I’d give this woman my social security number if she so much as looked at me, wouldn’t you?

c. Cashmere Correspondence 


Ryan Roche jumpsuit, Marc Jacobs shoes, Karen Walker sunglasses

Catch up on your emails by way of tabletop because no location is off-limits when you’re wearing a single piece of cashmere that makes your body feel like it doesn’t even exist. (Much like the limit.)

d. Nap Negotiations


Nufferton top and bottoms, Benoit Missolin headband, Annelise Michelson earring

Me: I can offer you $10. Her: How about $70,000,000,000,000? Me: That sounds reasonable, okay.

Do you want to live in this world? Are you sane? Why or why not?

Photographed by Krista Anna Lewis; styled by Leandra Medine; follow our model Tiri on Instagram @ngonngontiri.


Haley Nahman

Haley Nahman

Haley Nahman is the Features Director at Man Repeller.

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