Off The Rails Thermals
Nell Frizzell gets thermodynamic
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Hands up who else tucks their thermal vest in to their knickers? That’s right, you heard me. Tucking. I am The Sex.
But, my sexiness aside, when you are all slowly dying from chronic kidney failure brought on by having woefully chilly middles while I’m jumping merrily through winter meadows, I think we’ll all agree who was the winner.
You see, thermal underwear is to rugged sexuality what Benilyn is to tortured, naval-gazing Emo romance. Look at Henry VIII - a man so resolutely unable to keep it in his pants that he overhauled the entire Catholic church - never knowingly without his doublet and hoes (16th century thermal undergarments, for those of you still reading). And you show me a builder, fisherman, farmer or oil rig worker who hasn’t, at some point, slipped in to a long john. No, that’s not a euphemism.
Of course, fashion and warmth have been unlikely bed-fellows ever since the invention of the short sleeved coat (a garment of such jaw-dropping impracticality that you start to wonder about investing in marshmallow flip flops after all). But, at least we have layering. A trend that, like a side-jumping, gun-toting, turbine-smashing, bullet-addled John Travolta in Face/Off, just refuses to die.
Okay, okay, so Christopher Kane, Nina Ricci et al may have had the layering of sheer, translucent fabrics in mind this Autumn/Winter when they announced it the look of the season. But frankly, I don’t care.
For me, layering will be forever thermal.
Posted on Wednesday 20th January 2010
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