Much of what we covet when it comes to fashion defies common sense.
We desperately want a particular pair of jeans, but we already have three that look basically the same.
We can’t stop thinking about those snakeskin pumps, yet we live in trainers and flats.
We keep clicking on a dress that is backless, practically frontless, knowing, on a deep logical level, it will never work because we NEED to wear a bra.
Fashion has an unnerving ability to make us like the very things we shouldn’t.
And what is the next big fashion shouldn’t?
They have been around for a few seasons now – the glamorous version. On red carpets and evenings out, they are fitted and glittered, sexy and slinky. One undone zip and it will fall breathlessly to the ground.
But put away the champagne and tuna carpaccio. This is not that kind of playsuit.
This is the blue collar worker version. Think cotton mechanic's overalls; shapeless, hardy, masculine, utilitarian, a uniform of sorts if we were all working on a submarine, rewiring important submarine things.
And despite my common sense and understanding of the definition of flattering, I keep thinking about them.