Stare at the ceiling.
Stay a while.
This is the manifesto Andy Spade and long time collaborators Anthony Sperduti and Chad Buri seek to spread with their not-quite-ready-to-wear loungewear label, Sleepy Jones. Inspired by the artists, musicians, designers, and writers that came before them, the guys believe in the virtues of tinkering and pondering...and the perfect uniform in which to do that. Picasso churned out masterpieces in little more than shorts and a robe. Gershwin composed at his piano in his pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers. Hockney simply wore his pajamas out. They wore what was comfortable. And it worked out pretty well for them.
Mackenzie and I spent last week on Nantucket practically living in our Sleepy Jones. The women’s shirts are cut in a roomier boyfriend silhouette complete with piping and a chest pocket—very cute. The men’s shirts not only look more like button-up shirts (gone are huge pajama shirt buttons) but fit like them. I had a tailor remove the break from my Sol Pajama Pants* (of course) and then proceeded to read, dream, and drink in them. In fact, I’m in my Henry Shirt* (an affordable $96, on sale) right now writing this. The entire American-made collection is turned out in preppy stripes, essential solids, and Liberty of London prints. We’re fans.
The best part is that one of you will get to kick your pants off and let your mind wander, courtesy of Sleepy Jones. Simply enter the giveaway below and the lucky winner will be drawn this Friday. Then take the weekend to pick out your perfect uniform to sit back and stare at the ceiling.
*courtesy of Sleepy Jones