Moreover I am not the only one to apply this principle of comfort - whether it is to be warm, or simply to be "well", I see in the elevator in the morning, at work, such colleague in skirt but with sneakers, another in suit but with a big sports backpack, and others in completely normal outfit, but with furry moccasins (one sees the fur overflowing on all sides, the feet look very cozy in there).
According to my latest purchases, this stylistic ease syndrome affects me little by little, I recently acquired flip-flops made of recycled yoga mats (very soft), rubber rain boots (I'm rediscovering almost 20 years later that it is indeed the only indispensable accessory when it rains buckets), big shoes with fleece lining (real little radiators), the famous duck down down parka-dououne (it even has pockets with velvet lining, I love it), long polar underwear (the famous "long johns"), yoga tights (a must for comfort, which also give me the impression of being super well done - it's the sheath effect). I am also discovering brands that I didn't know existed until now: Patagonia, North Face, LL Bean. Clothes in which one is warm and not wet. But we don't have the staïle.
THERE IS NO PRINCIPLE
Under the warm coat there is life, in other words clothes that can be nice. And besides, it is the unsuspected advantage of the big coat: one can be dressed almost normally underneath here, the fashion atmosphere is contrasted: sometimes relaxed, sometimes chic, or, elsewhere, more trendy. Generally speaking, I have the impression that there are fewer dictates of style as there can be in Paris. Nobody really pays attention to how I dress.
The risk of this cool attitude is that sometimes I tend to wander around stylistically: I'm afraid I look like an Urban Outfitters saleswoman from time to time - colors all over the place, a shirt on top and badges, stuff in my hair.